I bet you dey had 'em—Adam—
Adam en Eve behin' de fig tree.
Kase outer de gyardin dey had fur tuh skin.
Ter fin' de crack whar Satan crept in
Dey sarch fur and wide, dey sarch mighty well.
Eve, she knowed, but she 'fused fur ter tell.
Ole Satan's trail was all rubbed out
'Ceppen a track er two, whar he walked about.
Talk about troubles, I bet you dey had 'em—Adam—
Adam en Eve, en all dere kin.