“I reached up for to pull him in,
Carve him to de heart;
De possum he began to grin,
Carve him to de heart;
I carried him home and dressed him off,
Carve him to de heart;
I hung him dat night in de frost,
Carve him to de heart.
Chorus.—“Carve dat possum, etc.
“De way to cook de possum sound,
Carve him to de heart;
Fust par-bile him, den bake him brown,
Carve him to de heart;
Lay sweet potatoes in de pan,
Carve him to de heart;
De sweetest eatin’ in de lan,’
Carve him to de heart.
Chorus.—“Carve dat possum, etc.”
Should a poor supper be furnished, on such an occasion, you would hear remarks from all parts of the table,—
“Take dat rose pig ’way from dis table.”
“What rose pig? you see any rose pig here?”
“Ha, ha, ha! Dis ain’t de place to see rose pig.”
“Pass up some dat turkey wid clam sauce.”
“Don’t talk about dat turkey; he was gone afore we come.”