Lyrics:
I had an old black Mammy who used to sing to me, All kinds of funny little songs and funny poetry; All about a “heap o’ things,” but the song that I liked best Was the one she sang when I went to sleep With my head upon her breast. ‘Twas “Hi!” said the Possum, “des shake dat ‘simmon tree” “Golly,” said de Rabbit, “you’s a shakin’ dem on me!” Den dey picked wid der claws, And dey licked der paws, An’ dey tuk a heap home to der Maws, A heap, oh a heap, honey, home to der Maws, Oh a heap, oh a heap, oh a heap, heap, heap, To der Maws. Then I would raise my head and beg, “Oh sing it once again.” And she would say “Hush, honey chile!” And rock and pat me. Then, “Hi!” said de Possum, “des shake dat ‘simmon tree,” “Golly!” said de Rabbit, “you’s a shakin’ dem on me!” Den dey picked wid der claws, And dey licked der paws, An’ dey tuk a heap home to der Maws, A heap, oh a heap, oh a heap, heap, heap, oh a heap. But I never heard the end, because I always fell asleep.
