Little bird flutter w’en de big speckle hawk

Sail up en light in de pine;

W’en de overseer come en look thro de fence

Nigger don’t cut no shine,

But he roll up he eye, en he break loose en sing:

En I wish dat big gal ’us mine!

III.

Oh, de speckle hawk light in de top ob de pine,

En dar he set en swing;

De overseer lean his chin on de fence,