Who is dat out dar knocking?
Why, I am fixing to go to bed,
No, I ain't undressed,
But I got my close off, combing my head.

Say you got sump'n to tell me?
Well' won't dat sump'n keep?
No, I ain't so tired,
But I want to go to sleep.

Didn't quite understan' you,
You got cane juice and 'possum, too?
Whar is you gwine, Sammy?
You know I was teasin' to see what you would do.

You quit cuttin' up out dar, Sam,
And come on in dis house;
You is jest a great big ole sweet baby
Out dar trying to pout.

My, whar did you git dis 'possum?
He's jest as fat as butter,
And dis good old cold sweet cane juice,
Right fresh from de gutter?

Sam, I always did like you,
'Cause I knowed dat you liked me,
And you've proved your love for me tonight
By climbin' dat simmon tree.

And fetchin' me dis 'possum
Over here in all dis cole,
You bet your life I'll be your wife,
'Cause you is worth your weight in gole.