She know it is a bull now. When he come, the sister say tomorrow evening must have a ball now. So he says he will come. So she get up a lot of men with ropes and have music and all in the house. So the little boy begin to sing the song now:
“Me a Miles a moo, me Gracie is a fine girl,
Me Gracie me wi’ kill her.”
Miles said, “Oh, where that little boy come from? Turn him out!” Hoof begin to grow, horn begin to grow, tail begin to grow and he get a big bull, and they toss him and rope him and pole him, turn him out.
[1] Thomas White’s version of this song is as follows:
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Pon, pon, me dearie. Pon, pon, me dearie. Ah, me Nancy, me dear, dear.