Up yondah shine de big red sun,
Eh-blazin' in the sky,
En at his side his shaddeh walk,—
So Mistah Groun'-hog fly!
He skeehed so bad he tuhn him 'roun'
En say, "Ah wake too soon;
Ah'll jes' go home en take a nap
'Twel Sunday aftehnoon!"
So Mistah Groun'-hog run en run
En crawl his deep hole in,
Toh snooze ehway foh six moah weeks
'Foh he wakes up ehgin!
When Trouble Came.
Ole Trouble come toh ouah house
One stohmy day en say,
"De road am hahd toh trabble,—
Ah hope you'll lemme stay!"
He staht toh hang his hat up,
En pull his ober-coat:
Ah box him oh de eah-muffs
En choke him in de tho'at!
Ah say, "Ole Mistah Trouble,
Ah'm pleased so much toh say
Dis house am mighty crowded,—
You-all jes' go ehway!"
Ah take my happy fiddle
Up dah beside my hat,—
Ah play him Ole Dan Tuckeh,
En what you t'ink ob dat!