Dis chile? Why, bless you, honey!
She sutt’nly is dat sweet
You wouldn’t need no sugar,
Ef she was made to eat.
An’ smart! de smartes’ baby
Dere is in all dis town;
She got her toofies long befo’
Dat no count Hay’et Brown.
An’ loves her mammy, don’ she?
Law, bless de honey chile!
She know ez well ez I do
What makes her mammy smile.
She this go tug at mammy,
And try to pull her hyar,
An’ try to poke out mammy’s eyes,
But mammy ain’ gwine cyar.
Now tell de lady what yo name,
An’ den how big you is;
Now kiss yo hand to lady,
So she know how you’s riz.
Now come with old Betheuk,
She gwine to take you home,
An’ may be you learn howdy
De nex time dat you come.