Will I have some mo’ dat pie?
No, ma'am, thank-ee, dat is — I —
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
Dat ah pie look sutny good:
How‘ d you feel now ef I would?
I don’ reckon dat I should;
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
Look hyeah, I gwine tell de truf,
Mine is sholy one sweet toof:
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
Yass'm, yass'm, dat's all right,
I‘ s done tried to be perlite:
But dat pie‘ s a lakly sight,
Wha‘ s de use o’ daihin’ me?
My, yo’ lips is full an’ red,
Do n't I wish you‘ d tu'n yo’ haid?
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
Dat ai n't faih, now, honey chile,
I‘ s gwine lose my sense erwhile
Ef you des set daih an’ smile,
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
Nuffin’ don’ look ha'f so fine
Ez dem teef, deah, w'en dey shine:
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
Now look hyeah, I tells you dis;
I‘ ll give up all othah bliss
Des to have one little kiss,
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
Laws, I teks yo’ little han’,
Ai n't it tendah? bless de lan’ —
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
I‘ s so lonesome by myse'f,
‘ D ai n't no fun in livin’ lef’;
Dis hyeah life's ez dull ez def:
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
Why n't you tek yo’ han’ erway?
Yass, I‘ ll hol’ it: but I say
Bettah quit daihin’ me.
Holin’ han's is sholy fine.
Seems lak dat‘ s de weddin’ sign.
Wish you‘ d say dat you‘ d be mine;—
Dah you been daihin’ me.