Fool before, but that he’pped some—
’Stablished-like more confidence
’At she never had no sense.
But she wuz a cunnin’, sly,
Meek and lowly sort o’ lie,
’At men-folks like me and you
B’lieves jes ’cause we ortn’t to.—
Jes as purty as a snake,
And as pizen—mercy sake!
Well, about them times it wuz,