We marched in step, then fell into a cakewalk stagger. Emmett belted out a song line and the rest of us repeated it. Lawdy, Lawdy, slap dat mule, slap dat mule. Lawdy, Lawdy, slap dat mule. Massa keep his corn in a old brown keg. Massa keep dat corn in a old brown keg. Massa’s chilluns run to school, act the fool. Massa’s chilluns run to school. Ole Miss chase ’em with her wood’n leg. Ole Miss chase ’em with her wood’n leg.
