An' William Tell made a law that any man come to cut the tree they must not 'cratch their 'kin or else they would lose the cow.
An' Mr. Tacoma were very sorry, an' he was to leave the cow just to save his life.
An' that great man Mr. Annancy heard about the cow an' him got a very sharp axe. An' when Mr. Annancy come, William Tell show him the cow—Annancy glad when he see the cow—an' after he show Mr. Annancy the tree.
Then Mr. Annancy say:—"Ho, me good massa, don't you fret of the tree. If one sing don't send 'way the tree another one must send him 'way."
An' the first sing was:—
Big chip, fly! little chip, fly!
He repeat the word over an' over, but the tree don't fall yet.
So him take up another sing again:—