Ole cloze better go ’round de picket fence.
You kin sell mo’ patter rallers dan boozer-bears.
Short stirrups en a do’-back horse.
Mighty good sheep w’ats wuff mo’ dan his wool.
Sunday pra’rs ain’t gwineter las’ all de week.
Lazy folks got too many ter-morrers ahead of um.
Don’t hol’ yo’ head too high, less you gwineter eat out’n de hoss-rack.
Hotter de wedder, de fresher de nigger. Dis w’at save de salt.
One eye on de overseer en t’er on de mule don’t make de furrer straight.
De shote w’at stays out in der dark er de moon, done gone from home fer good.