When Ise in mah youthful state.
Feel lak lay’n erside mah ’liggun,
Once mo’ dance de buck an’ wing.
Is dah ’mong yo’ doubtin’ Thomas,
Think dat I kaint do dat thing?
Oh, I ustah cut it, chillun,
When ol’ fiddlin’ Peet was ’roun’.
Had all o’ de white an’ brac’ fo’ks
Beat, dat lived er bout de town.
An’ yo bet he was er fiddlah,