Old Simon, the Hot-Corn Man.
Copyright, 1878, by Sam Devere.
Oh! here's yer corn, as sweet as honey,
Step right up and spend yer money;
Every ear is nice and sweet,
And smokin' from de pot.
Sweet and juicy, nice and tender,
Eat it till it busts yer 'spender,
Step right up and try an ear
Of hot-corn all smokin' hot.
Den come right along and buy my corn,
Dar's pepper, salt and butter in de pan;
All de gem'men in de town knows Simon,
Ole Simon, de hot-corn man.
Dis corn will make your hair grow curly,
Pick'd it all dis mornin' early;
Fresh, right out de garden, and
And all cover'd wid mornin' dew.
Nice and ripe, and fit for cookin',
Make yer fat and better lookin',
Gem'men, bring yer ladies up
An try an ear or two.
Spoken-Hot-corn! hot corn!-Chorus.
Oh! butter yer corn and make it greasy,
Dat will make it slip down easy,
Tickles yer front and makes yer smile,
As sure as yer born.
Salt and pepper just a little,
Plenty here, right in de kettle,
Den you'll bless de happy hour
You eat ole Simon's corn.-Chorus.