Guvener B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes; But

He's got a hard furrer to plough; and yet I don't s'pose there's much harm in him, 'f Eliphalet only keeps quiet.

De cotton hits a-greenin' in de furrer, An' honey I'se a-waitin' at de door! "Did I tole you dat