A COQUETTE CONQUERED

Yes, my ha't‘ s ez ha'd ez stone —

Go‘ way, Sam, an’ lemme‘ lone.

No; I ai n't gwine change my min’ —

Ai n'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 do n'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 do n't git‘ nough to eat?

Whut's dat un'neaf yo’ coat?

Looks des lak a little shoat.

‘ T ai n't no possum! Bless de Lamb!

Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam!

Gin it to me; whut you say?

Ai n'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!