Way down south, it ain't far off
Where the woodchuck died with the whooping cough
They eat snail puddin’, pennywinkle pie
The grey cat kick out the black cat's eye

Oh me, oh my
We're gonna have ’lasses in the morning

My old missus promised me
When she died she'd set me free
She lived so long, her head got bald
I thought that she was never gonna die at all

Oh me, oh my
We're gonna have 'lasses in the morning

Old Dan Tucker was a nice, old man
Washed his face in a frying pan
Combed his head with a wagon wheel
Died with a toothache in his heel

Oh me, oh my
We're gonna have 'lasses in the morning

Old Dan Tucker went out a-huntin'
The first thing he saw was a big hog a-gruntin'
Had his head in the mud, tail was shakin’
He said to himself, "It oughta make good bacon"
Oh me, oh my
We’re gonna have 'lasses in the morning

Old Aunt Dinah was sick in bed
Raised the window and stuck out her head
Snowball hit her in the eyeball brim
Said, "Look out brother, don’t you do that again"

Oh me, oh my
We're gonna have 'lasses in the morning

Old Aunt Dinah, she got drunk
Fell in the fire and kicked up a chunk
A red-hot coal got in her shoe
Goodness gracious, how the ashes flew

Oh me, oh my
We're gonna have ’lasses in the morning