Why, dat’s my ol’ rompin’ groun’.
Hain’t er spot, ner nook, ner crebbice
Dat I doan’ know ’bout dat town.
Ready, Dinah? Bress de Lawd! umph!
Mah ol’ lady am er sight.
Kin she cook? Whut? Doan’ yo’ staht me!
She kin sho’ put things up right!
Walk out, Trussy; go pertaykin’
Ub de bes’ de ol’ man’s got!
Kose tain’t much, but prob’ly sumfin’s