Hush ye, now, an' go to sleep;
Mammy's got to wash them dishes,
An' she's got this floor to sweep.
You must think I'm made uv money,
An's got nothin* else to do,
But to set here, in this rocker,
Like a lady, holdin' you.
Now you's gone to laughin' at me;
Little rascal! Hush! I say,
Mammy's got to wash them dishes.
She ain't got no time to play.
Ef you don't quit lookin' at me,
With that little sassy eye,
I declare, I'll tell your daddy,
An' tonight, he'll make you fly.
Now jest look how you's a-laughin';
See you's bound to have your way,
I'll jest have to set an' hold you;
Won't git nothin' done today.