Author Anonymous I went upon the mountain To cut my sugar cane; Every 'tarnal stock I cut I thought of Susan Jane. I went upon the mountain The mountain was so tall; I took my broadax in my hand, And I hewed that mountain small. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments