Yew grab a cheer an’ haul it up t’ yer place;
Matildy ’n’ Sophy ’s servin’, while Laury fans the flies,
An’ Bill he mumbles thru a form o’ grace.
I wish thet I was able ter dew Bill’s Laury jestice,
An’ tell the diff’runt things she’s set afore ye;
But I’m ez fer from doin’ thet ’ar ez east from west is,
’N’ I suttenly hev no desire ter bore ye.
But ennyhow jes’ listen: Pertaters mashed an’ wavy;
A bowl of yeller butter thick an’ creamy;
A plate o’ spicy sassage with eggs fried in the gravy,