long an' so fur, wy we're gwine ter stop an' res' er spell, an' gin er
feas'. An' Brer Crow he 'lowed 'twouldn' be no feas' 'tall les'n you
could be dar; so dey sont me on ter tell yer to hol' up tell dey come:
dey's done got seeds an' bugs an' wums, an' Brer Crow he's gwine ter
furnish de corn.'

"Nancy Jane O she 'lowed ter herse'f she could soon git erhead uv 'em
ergin, so she 'greed ter wait; an' by'mby hyear dey come er flyin'. An'
de nex' day dey gin de feas'; an' wile Nancy Jane O wuz er eatin' an' er
stuffin' herse'f wid wums an' seeds, an' one thing er nudder, de blue
jay he slope up behin' 'er, an' tied 'er fas' ter er little bush. An'
dey all laft an' flopped dey wings; an' sez dey, 'Good-bye ter yer, Sis
Nancy Jane O. I hope yer'll enjoy yerse'f,' sez dey; an' den dey riz up
an' stretched out dey wings, an' away dey flewed.

"Wen Po' Nancy Jane O seed de trick wat dey played her, she couldn'
hardly stan' still, she wuz so mad; an' she pulled an' she jerked an'
she stretched ter git er loose, but de string wuz so strong, an' de bush
wuz so fum, she wuz jes er was'en 'er strengt'. An' den she sot down,
an' she 'gun ter cry ter herse'f, an' ter sing,

"'Please on-tie, please on-tie Po' Nancy Jane O!
Please on-tie, please on-tie Po' Nancy Jane O!'

"An' atter er wile hyear come de ole bullfrog Pigunawaya. He sez ter
hisse'f, sezee, 'Wat's dat I hyear?' Den he lis'en, an' he hyear sump'n
gwine,

"'Please on-tie, please on-tie Po' Nancy Jane O!'