When I hustle home at evening,
And the light shines from the door,
An' I see my little baby
Rollin' happy on the floor,
An' see sister helpin' mother,
I'm as tickled as kin be;
An' there ain't no king a-livin'
That has got the best o' me.

When my little bit o' baby,
Yellow hair an' crimson boots,
Hears the gate latch after daddy
She drops everything and scoots;
Her wee legs are fat and wobbly,
An' she can't walk—not at all—
But when she hears dad a-comin'
You kin bet that she kin crawl.

Then we all talk all together,
An' the baby laughs an' crows,
An' sister's in my pockets,
For chewin'-gum she knows
Is a-hidin' somewhere for her,
An' she gives a shriek o' glee,
An' her ma laughs. No king nowhere
Ain't got none the best o' me.