Santy Moody o, Tep’y-tep-y deh!”

De ol’ bull gwine answer him now,—

“Hum-um-m, wha’ you say?

Me jus’ a go a brudder Dickey an’ Sandy,

Moody say me mustn’t go.”

Coming up the common to meet him father, (like) when a pretty man coming up, you see all de young girl for dat gentleman; an’ he sing coming,

“Santy Moody o, Tep’y-tep’y deh!”

De ol’ bull answer him,

“Hum-um-m, wha’ you say?

Me jus’ a go a brudder Dickey an’ Santy,