UNKER ISREL.
De people call me er kunger, Jes kase I du sum tricks; Jes, kase I'se got dis lucky black bone. Kan't gedder rutes fur tea Widout da talk ob dat; Da say I'se got er ball er blue loadstone.
Do kur what I du noble, No diffens how it's dun, Yer nebber hur dem prazin ob mi brane; Lack whin I merid Anlyzer, Jest kase she's got sum sence Day's sayin dat I got hur wid sum keme.
Let sumtin hapen ter nabors, Let sum ob dem git sick, For it all I sul got ter bear de blame; Jes kas I'se got dis bull-eye, An 'er rabbit foot er two,' On me da puts mose eberthing dats mean.
Som time da talk so scanlus It gits me rite upsot, 'N speshly when I notis whut da say, I wanter take dis cat bone, An eberthing I got, 'N let de people see me throw'm er way.