Lyrics:
First verse
Eatin' a piece of watermilyum, on der rail fence over yonder, Sits a boy; A little goosey, goosey gander, little yaller boy, With kinky kinkey, kinkey hairy I'se his mammy, Oh, yes, I is, I do declaresy; Name is Ephraim, Gawge Leander, but I always calls him Gawgie. He's ma baby, Is my lilttle Gawgie Pawgie, an' dey say he's mighty like'ly That some day he'll be a sailor, But his daddy do declar he knows enough to be a tailor!
Chorus
Little yaller boy, come hyah to me, I wants to hold yer right on my knee; For I'se been all day wiv-out yer, Wants ter put ma arms about yer, Yes, mammy wiv her baby wants ter be. Dey calls me nigger, I doesn't car, Dar's ma comfort, rightover dar Little Ephraim, Gawge, Leander; Little goosey, goosey, gander, He's ma sweetness, yes, he are. yes, he are, yes, he are!
Second verse
Now whar yo 'spose he got dat great, big slice of watermilyum? Gawgie boy! De people says you is a villian, says you pilfer, But mammy knows dey falsifies you, knows you’s honest, All ’cept when bad old Satan tries yer. Don’t yer mind der gossip neighbors, for dey fibbles like der dickens; Youse a angel, And yer never stole no chickens, an’ if Satan was to tempt yer Wid a aig, I know you’d mock it. But whats a boy to do when aigs are laid right in his pocket?
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