“W’en I hyeahs dat black gal sing,
’Tain no use to try an’ do another blessed thing;
Feel like my foots done clean tuck wing,
An’ my buzzum feel so strong.
Umph-umph, people, you kin b’lieve my word,
Her kind o’ singin’ you ain’ never, never, never heard.
She des de same as a natchal wil’ mawkin’-bird,
Bustin’ wid song!”
When Dink finished his happy serenade, Nat called to him:
“Boy, come over hyuh an’ tell me how ole you is.”