I wis’ she would tate it away.
Oh! oh! what tunnin’ red fin’ers!
It sees me ’ite out of its eyes;
I dess we will teep it and dive it
Some can’y whenever it kies.
I dess I will dive it my dolly
To play wid ’mos’ every day;
An’ I dess, I dess—Say, B’idget,
Ask Dod not to tate it away.