As easy as J.B.
Wud settle it—for me!"
Rouge—there I see my way, JOHN.
But Noir—thet's hard to front!
It wun't be no child's play, JOHN,
Seven million Nigs to shunt.
Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess
We've a hard row," sez he,
"To hoe just now, but thet, somehow,
I fancy, friend J.B.,