I see’d her in de Springtime,
I see’d her in de Fall,
I see’d her in de Cotton patch
A cameing from de Ball.
She hug me, an’ she kiss me,
She Wrung my han’ an’ cried.
She said I wus de sweetes’ thing
Dat ever lived or died.
She hug me an’ she kiss me.
Oh Heaben! De touch o’ her han’!
She said I wus de puttiest thing
In de shape o’ martal man.
I told her dat I love her,
Dat my love wus bed-cord strong;
Den I axed her w’en she’d have me,
An’ she jes say “Go long!”…………………
