A Coquette Conquered

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

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 needn't mou'n an' cry—  

I don't keer 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.  

'Tain't no possum? Bless de Lamb!    

Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam!  

 

Gin it to me; whut 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!