How she did larff and skip 'bout de house.

An' den me thinks to myself you'd better not holler till you gits out ob de woods.

I specs 'fore dem Yankees gits froo you'll be larffin tother side ob your mouf.

While you was gone to market ole Miss com'd out yere, her face looking as long as my arm, tellin' us all 'bout de war and saying dem Yankees whipped our folks all to pieces.

And she was 'fraid dey'd all be down yere soon.