I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee
I'm going to Louisiana,
My true love for to see

It rained all night
The day I left
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot,
I froze to death
Cynthia, don't you cry

Oh, Cynthia,
Oh don't you cry for me
For I come from Indiana
With Cynthia on my knee

I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I thought I saw the Cynthia
A-coming down the hill

The buckwheat cake
Was in her mouth
The tear was in her eye
Says I, I'm coming 

from the south
Oh, Cynthia, don't you cry

Oh, Cynthia,
Oh don't you cry for me
For I come from Indiana
With Cynthia on my knee

Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old Santa Claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, Christmas joys
Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn't go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old Saint Nick

First comes the stocking of little Nell
Oh, dear Santa fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old Saint Nick

Next comes the stocking of little Will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old Saint Nick

What About "Daddy" ?