Pore Katie, she didn't eben hab a chance to kiss her baby 'fore it war buried.

Ole Gundover's wife has been dead thirty years, an' she didn't die a day too soon.

An' my little baby has gone to glory, an' is wingin' wid the angels an' a lookin' out for us.

One ob de las' things ole Gundover's wife did 'fore she died war to order a woman whipped 'cause she com'd to de field a little late when her husband war sick, an' she had stopped to tend him.

Dat mornin' she war taken sick wid de fever, an' in a few days she war gone out like de snuff ob a candle.