To _talk_ jes like we're _thinkin'_,
Without no hidin' back o' fans
And giggle-un and winkin',
Ner sizin' how each-other's dressed--
Like some is allus doin',--
"_Is_ Marthy Ellen's basque ben _turned_
Er shore-enough a new-un!"--

Er "ef Steve's city-friend haint jes
'A _lee_tle kindo'-sorto'"--
Er "wears them-air blame eye-glasses
Jes 'cause he hadn't ort to?"
And so straight on, _dad-libitum_,
Tel all of us feels, _some_way,
Jes like our "comp'ny" wuz the best
When we git up to come 'way!

That's why I like _old_ friends like you,--
Jes 'cause you're so _abidin'_.--
Ef I was built to live "_fer keeps_,"
My principul residin'
Would be amongst the folks 'at kep'
Me allus _thinkin'_ of 'em,
And sorto' eechin' all the time
To tell 'em how I love 'em.--

Sich folks, you know, I jes love so
I wouldn't live without 'em,
Er couldn't even drap asleep
But what I _dreamp'_ about 'em,--