Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh! Your Daddy's rich and your Ma is good lookin'
So, hush little baby, don't you cry . . .
One of these mornin's
you're gonna rise up singin'
Then you'll spread your wings,
and you'll take to the sky
But 'till that mornin'
there's a nothin' can harm you,
with Daddy and Mammy standin' by . . .
But 'till that mornin'
there's a nothin' can harm you,
with Daddy and Mammy standin' by . . .