Sweeter nor candy of maple, a’most too genteel to be raal,
Straight as a hickory sapling and clean as a Nar’ganset pacer
Tall she moved through the bar, a-sarvin’ of juleps and cock-tails,
Sweetenin’ the cobblers with smiles, and firin’ Havannahs with glances,
Nathan J. Bowie’s fair darter, splendiferous Miss Dollarina!
Tall she moved thro’ the bar, collectin’ the joes and the cents in:
Not that she needed to did it, but ’cause nigger helps there’s no trustin’,
And she was too tender-hearted to get the black varmint cow-hided.
—There in pastoral peace, since first the location was ceded,
Dwelt the old man and his child, beneath their own vine and their fig-tree,