JEALOUS

Hyeah come Cæsar Higgins,

Do n't he think he‘ s fine?

Look at dem new riggin's

Ai n't he tryin’ to shine?

Got a standin’ collar

An’ a stove-pipe hat,

I‘ ll jes’ bet a dollar

Some one gin him dat.

Do n't one o’ you mention,

Nothin’‘ bout his cloes,

Do n't pay no attention,

Er let on you knows

Dat he‘ s got‘ em on him,

Why,‘ t‘ ll mek him sick,

Jes go on an’ sco'n him,

My, ai n't dis a trick!

Look hyeah, whut‘ s he doin’

Lookin’ t’ othah way?

Dat ere move‘ s a new one,

Some one call him, “Say!”

Ca n't you see no pusson —

Puttin’ on you’ airs,

Sakes alive, you‘ s wuss'n

Dese hyeah millionaires.

Need n't git so flighty,

Case you got dat suit.

Dem cloes ai n't so mighty,—

Second hand to boot,

I‘ s a-tryin’ to spite you!

Full of jealousy!

Look hyeah, man, I‘ ll fight you,

Do n't you fool wid me!