Give us orders what to do

’Bout the body—he’pped us, too.

So it wuz, Sol Stephens passed

In Armazindy’s hands at last.

More’n that, she claimed ’at she

Had consent from him to be

Mother to his childern—now

’Thout no parents anyhow.

Yes-sir! and she’s got ’em, too,—

Folks saw nothin’ else ’ud do—