lie to you,
—To his dumpy, dumpy deedle, leetle
barby.
Hush, I guess that mammy isn’t done a-makin’
bread,
We ain’t at all pertic’lar how she overhears
what’s said.
Ye’re over-young, purraps, to hear of Sam’wel
Doubl’yer Strout,
—Weighed about two hundred pounds, and,