Uncle Josh at Coney Island

I'D heerd tell a whole lot at various times
'bout that place what they call Coney Iland,
and while I wuz down In New York, I jist made
up my mind I wuz a goin' to see it, so one
day I got on one of them keers what
goes across the Brooklyn bridge, and I started
out for Coney Iland. Settin' right along
side of me in the keer wuz an old lady, and
she seemed sort of figity 'bout somethin' or
other, and finaly she sed to me "mister, do
these cars stop when we git on the other side
of the bridge?" I sed, wall now if they
don't you'll git the durndest bump you ever
got in your life.

Wall we got on the other side, and I got
on one of them tra-la-lu cars what goes down
to Coney Iland. I give the car feller a dollar,
and he put it in his pockit jist the same
as if it belonged to him. Wall, when I wuz
gittin' purty near thar I sed, Mister, don't I
git any change? He sed, "didn't you see that
sign on the car?" I sed, no sir. Wall he
sez "you better go out and look at it."

Wall I went out and looked at it, and
that settled it. It sed "This car goes to