Griddle Cakes

You bring the sorghum, 
The sorghum, the syrup O, 
Tuck it in a bucket, 
Or lug it in a pail. 
I'll make the griddle cakes,
Puffy-in-the-middle cakes.
Tie them up with bacon 
And we'll eat them by the bale.

You come to breakfast, 
To breakfast in the morning,
If you are a-hungry
We will feed you some.
We'll fill you with griddle cakes
Till your little middle aches, 
We'll put you in a barrow 
And we'll trundle you home.