There’s a pretty gal from Silo,
There’s a handsome gal from Silo,
Want the care of a new John bwoy,
’t almost deh.”
“Yes, you’ll do!”
Then when the pea-fowl fly miles off, he didn’t see the master, John Studee. He fly, he fly away now, take up the quart of corn and fly away. Then he pitch upon the house-top, sing,
“You John Studee, you John Studee,
Fe me master, John Studee!
There’s a pretty gal from Silo,
There’s a handsome gal from Silo