Li'l' gal . Now you, John Henry, taint no useTo Stan up daili an mak no need nt tink you foolin me,I sutny has got eyes to see!Oh 1 s yo sistah, yes, dat s true ;But den what good s dat gwine to do?Dey aint no use in telhn Hes,You look right sheepish foni yo eyes ! Lets see yo hans, uh huh, I knowedYou washed em, but de traces s see yo mouf; hit looks lak ink —Yo sistah caint tell serves, you my, but yos a naughty chile,I has to look at you one while ;You need nt twis in all dem curves,To tink you d stole yo mas pusserves. Ef I tol ma I guess you d gitThe fines whu


Li'l' gal . Now you, John Henry, taint no useTo Stan up daili an mak no need nt tink you foolin me,I sutny has got eyes to see!Oh 1 s yo sistah, yes, dat s true ;But den what good s dat gwine to do?Dey aint no use in telhn Hes,You look right sheepish foni yo eyes ! Lets see yo hans, uh huh, I knowedYou washed em, but de traces s see yo mouf; hit looks lak ink —Yo sistah caint tell serves, you my, but yos a naughty chile,I has to look at you one while ;You need nt twis in all dem curves,To tink you d stole yo mas pusserves. Ef I tol ma I guess you d gitThe fines whuppin evah yit;But guess I 11 keep it to mysefErbout dat jah erpon de shef;Case mas des awful wen she my, oh, how a whuppin smahts !So you clomb up ? Oh, she d be madder !Say, tell me whaih you put de ladder.


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