A Coquette Conquered

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Yes, my ha’t ‘s ez ha’d ez stone –
Go ‘way, Sam, an’ lemme ‘lone.
No; I ain’t gwine change my min’ –
Ain’t gwine ma’y you – nuffin’ de kin’.

Phiny loves you true an’ deah?
Go ma’y Phiny; whut I keer?
Oh, you need n’t mou’n an’ cry –
I don’t keep how soon you die.

Got a present! Whut you got?
Somef’n fu’ de pan er pot!
Huh! yo’ sass do sholy beat –
Think I don’t git ‘nough to eat?

Whut ‘s dat un’neaf yo’ coat?
Looks des lak a little shoat.
‘T ain’t no possum! Bless de Lamb!
Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam!

Gin it to me; what you say?
Ain’t you sma’t now! Oh, go ‘way!
Possum do look mighty nice,
But you ax too big a price.

Tell me, is you talkin’ true,
Dat ‘s de gal’s whut ma’ies you?
Come back, Sam; now whah’s you gwine?
Co’se you knows dat possum ‘s mine!



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