Thet saycrifices privit eends (your in’my’s, tu) to dooty!

Wy, Jeff’d ha’ gin him five an’ won his eye-teeth ’fore he knowed it,

An’, slid o’ wastin’ pottage, he’d ha’ eat it up an’ owed it.

But I wuz goin’ on to say how I come here to dwall;—

’Nough said, thet, arter lookin’ roun’, I liked the place so wal,

Where niggers doos a double good, with us atop to stiddy ’em,

By bein’ proofs o’ prophecy an’ cirkleatin’ medium,

Where a man’s sunthin’ coz he’s white, an’ whiskey’s cheap ez fleas,

An’ the financial pollercy jest sooted my idees,

Thet I friz down right where I wuz, merried the Widder Shennon,