This doth my cup with marcies fill,
This lays all thought o’ sin to rest—
I don’t believe in princerple,
But, O, I du in interest.
I du believe in bein’ this
Or thet, ez it may happen
One way or t’other hendiest is
To ketch the people nappin’;
It aint by princerples nor men
My preudunt course is steadied—