Ole Sandy Claws is comin', 'less Miss Moon done wink huh eye,
'N ef she do, he sho'ly is a-gwine ter pass us by.
(Now, you Miss Lady, wait 'tel Ah git good'n thoo!)
Ef you habbent done nuffin' whut you hadn't oughter do,—
Ain't muss yo' frock ner romple up yo' hayar,
Ef you set up pretty in yo' lil high chair,
Ef you mine yo' paw'n maw, in eat yor milk'n braid,
En do whut mammy tell you'n come good'n quiet ter baid,
Ef you gib yo' right han', en speak nice ter eberyone—
(En be sho' you ain't say nuffin' 'tel Miss Liz gits done!)
Den ole Sandy Claws'll sho'ly come along dis way,
Wid Chris'mus gif's'n toys ter de top ob his sleigh,—
Ole Marse, Nora'n d'ark, en Miss Nora'n dem,
En a elfunt wid a nose lak a grape-vine stem,
En—
'N ef she do, he sho'ly is a-gwine ter pass us by.
(Now, you Miss Lady, wait 'tel Ah git good'n thoo!)
Ef you habbent done nuffin' whut you hadn't oughter do,—
Ain't muss yo' frock ner romple up yo' hayar,
Ef you set up pretty in yo' lil high chair,
Ef you mine yo' paw'n maw, in eat yor milk'n braid,
En do whut mammy tell you'n come good'n quiet ter baid,
Ef you gib yo' right han', en speak nice ter eberyone—
(En be sho' you ain't say nuffin' 'tel Miss Liz gits done!)
Den ole Sandy Claws'll sho'ly come along dis way,
Wid Chris'mus gif's'n toys ter de top ob his sleigh,—
Ole Marse, Nora'n d'ark, en Miss Nora'n dem,
En a elfunt wid a nose lak a grape-vine stem,
En—
Ain't big folks good, dat he don't fetch dem nuffi' 'tall?
(Heah dat!)
You tell me, Miss Lady, what'd yo' paw do wid a dawl?
(My lan'! Dat's Miss Liz' secrut whut she gib me ter keep!)
Miss Lady! . . . Don' say nuffin' . .
De chile's
went
ter sleep. . . .
(Heah dat!)
You tell me, Miss Lady, what'd yo' paw do wid a dawl?
(My lan'! Dat's Miss Liz' secrut whut she gib me ter keep!)
Miss Lady! . . . Don' say nuffin' . .
De chile's
went
ter sleep. . . .
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