“You’ve sheered my bed,” [Thet’s when I paid my interdiction fee
To Southun rites,] “an’ kep’ your sheer,” [Wal, I allow it sticked
So’s ’t I wuz most six weeks in jail afore I gut me picked,]
“Ner never paid no demmiges; but thet wun’t do no harm,
Pervidin’ thet you’ll ondertake to oversee the farm;
(My eldes’ boy is so took up, wut with the Ringtail Rangers
An’ settin’ in the Jestice-Court for welcomin’ o’ strangers”;)
[He sot on me;] “an’ so, ef you’ll jest ondertake the care
Upon a mod’rit sellery, we’ll up an’ call it square;
But ef you can’t conclude,” suz she, an’ give a kin’ o’ grin,