Yes, my ha't‘ s ez ha'd ez stone —
Go‘ way, Sam, an’ lemme‘ lone.
No; I ai n't gwine change my min’ —
Ai n't gwine ma'y you — nuffin’ de kin’.
Phiny loves you true an’ deah?
Go ma'y Phiny; whut I keer?
Oh, you need n't mou'n an’ cry —
I do n't keer how soon you die.
Got a present! Whut you got?
Somef'n fu’ de pan er pot!
Huh! yo’ sass do sholy beat —
Think I do n't git‘ nough to eat?
Whut's dat un'neaf yo’ coat?
Looks des lak a little shoat.
‘ T ai n't no possum! Bless de Lamb!
Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam!
Gin it to me; whut you say?
Ai n't you sma't now! Oh, go‘ way!
Possum do look mighty nice,
But you ax too big a price.
Tell me, is you talkin’ true,
Dat‘ s de gal's whut ma'ies you?
Come back, Sam; now whah‘ s you gwine?
Co'se you knows dat possum's mine!