Yes, my ha't's ez ha'd ez stone— br Go 'way, Sam, an' lemme 'lone. br No; I ain't gwine change my min'; br Ain't gwine ma'y you—nuffin' de kin'. br br Phiny loves you true an' deah? br Go ma'y Phiny; whut I keer? br Oh, you needn't mou'n an' cry— br I don't keer how soon you die. br br Got a present! Whut you got? br Somef'n fu' de pan er pot! br Huh! Yo' sass do sholy beat— br Think I don't git 'nough to eat? br br Whut's dat un'neaf yo' coat? br Looks des lak a little shoat. br 'Tain't no possum? Bless de Lamb! br Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam! br br Gin it to me; whut you say? br Ain't you sma't now! Oh, go 'way! br Possum do look mighty nice; br But you ax too big a price.