A Coquette Conquered
Yes, my ha’t ‘s ez ha’d ez stone—Go ‘way, Sam, an’ lemme ‘lone.No; I ain’t gwine change my min’—Ain’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 don’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 don’t git ‘nough to eat?
Whut’s dat un’neaf yo’ coat?Looks des lak a little shoat.‘T ain’t no possum! Bless de Lamb!Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam!
Gin it to me; whut you say?Ain’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!