Old Uncle Eph was a good old soul.
He washed his face in the butter bowl,
Bumped his head on the mantle piece,
And fell right into a bucket of grease.

(Chorus)
Uncle Eph's got the coon and gone on,
Gone on, gone on.
Uncle Eph's got the coon and gone on,
And left us lookin' up a tree.

Wake up, sister. Don't you sleep so late.
Keep your eye on the golden gate.
Get up and dance by the light of the moon.
See Uncle Eph come fetching in the coon.

What kind of slippers do the angels wear,
Slippin' and slidin' on the golden stairs?
Golden slippers and silver socks.
Drop your nickel in the missionary box.

When Ephraim told this world goodbye,
He went to heaven to his home on high,
Told Saint Peter to make room.
Here comes Ephraim, fetchin' in the coon.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 22-Mar-03.