Dis nigger wuz in lub at last,
Hoary Anna.
Dis soul wuz bustin’ wid my bliss,
You must hev’ seed dem sighs I guess,
Hoary Anna.
Dat Cupid’s darts warn’t made to miss,
Hoary Anna.
I ’voked dem stars, den ’voked de Lord,
Hoary Anna.
I ope’d dese lips to say de word,