I was jist a-lookin' at that purty creetur.

But I 'druther die'n do her any harm.

I mos' wish I was dead.

But 'ta'n't no harm to look at her ef she don' know it.

I shan't disturb her; and ef she marries a gentleman, I shan't disturb him nuther.
On'y, ef he don' mind it, you know, I'll write po'try about her now and then.