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W'en de leaves begin to fall, / An' de fros' is on de ground, / An' de 'simmons is a-ripenin' on de tree;
W'en I heah de dinner call, / An' de chillen gadder 'round, / 'Tis den de 'possum is de meat fu' me.
W'en de wintertime am pas'
An' de spring is come at las', / W'en de good ole summer sun begins to shine;
Oh! my thoughts den tek a turn, / An' my heart begins to yearn / Fo' dat watermelon growin' on de vine.
Now, de yeah will sholy bring / 'Round a season fu' us all, / Ev'y one kin pick his season f'om de res';
But de melon in de spring, / An' de 'possum in de fall, / Mek it hard to tell which time o' year am bes'.