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6 Dah, now, I t'ought dat you'd hug me up close.
 * Go back, ol' buggah, you sha'n't have dis boy.

He ain't no tramp, ner no straggler, of co'se;
 * He's pappy's pa'dner an' playmate an' joy.

Come to you' pallet now—go to you' res';
 * Wisht you could allus know ease an' cleah skies;

Wisht you could stay jes' a chile on my breas'—
 * Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes!