Ner so fine, I’m here to state!—
Sol wuz pore, of course, and she
Wuzn’t ust to poverty—
Ner she didn’t ’pear to jes
’Filiate with lonesomeness,—
’Cause Sol he wuz off and out
With his th’asher nigh about
Half the time; er, season done,
He’d be off mi-anderun
Round the country, here and there,