En lissen at de cotton-choppers sing:
Don’t nobody bodder dat sway-back gal
W’at wrap up ’er ha’r wid a string!
IV.
Oh, de strappin’ black gal, de big greasy gal!
She kyar herse’f mighty fine!
How de boys gwineter foller along in de row,
A-waitin’ for ter ketch her sign?
De boss mighty close, yet I study en I wish—
En I wish dat big gal uz mine!