“Dar dat good, gentleman! Golly, dat good! Look here, don’t you neber speak to me no more.”
“And look here, nigger, don’t you neber speak to me.”
“See you d—m fust, black man.”
“See you scorched fust, nigger.”
“Good day, trash.”
“Good mornin, dirt!”
So generally ends the quarrel; but about half-an-hour afterwards the Trash and Dirt will generally be found lauding each other to the skies, and cementing a new six hours’ friendship over some brandy punch or a mint julep.
SONGS OF THE SEEDY.—No. VI.
You bid me rove, Mary,