An’ the lizard come an’ find it.
George P. Pete! you rascal, come out of that.
Uncle P. (Who does not hear the planter, continues singing, and dances a gentle, old-fashioned shuffle.)
De debbil cotch the groun’ hog
A-sittin’ in de sun,
An’ kick him off de back-log,
Jes’ to see de fun.
George P. (Furious.) Pete; you infernal nigger, come out of that, I say.
Uncle P. (Still singing and dancing.)
De ’possum up de gum tree,