*A black nursemaid
ma mammy slept in the bed settee in the livin room wi ma auntie Pauline.
Oh, I got to do it, yo ' po ' mammy 's got to kill you to save you, honey.
I's gwine to be sole into slavery, en in a year you's gwine to buy yo ' ole mammy free ag'in.
It was a sad parting; one went one way, one another, and our poor mammy went home with nothing.
It's me ur yer mammy'll be tane furra mug.