She laffed one them thar cuttin’ laffs o’ her’n,
An’ sez ter Bill she’s gotta hurry back
T’ the house an’ ’tend t’ some rewbarb she had left
A-stewin’ on the stove, an’ will ’e fetch
The letter in ez soon ’s ’e’s threw, an’ leeve
It lay whar she kin find it on her burer.
’Fore Bill could ans’er she was runnin’ up
The kitchin steps, an we could hear ’er tell
The houn’ dawg what a newsunce he hed be’n
Ter muss the floor all up with strawb’ry pie.