The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Coquette Conquered

A COQUETTE CONQUERED

Yes, my ha't 's ez ha'd ez stone— Go 'way, Sam, an' lemme 'lone. No; I ain't gwine change my min'— Ain't gwine ma'y you—nuffin' de kin'.

Phiny loves you true an' deah? Go ma'y Phiny; whut I keer? Oh, you need n't mou'n an' cry— I don't keer how soon you die.

Got a present! Whut you got? Somef'n fu' de pan er pot! Huh! yo' sass do sholy beat— Think I don't git 'nough to eat?

Whut's dat un'neaf yo' coat? Looks des lak a little shoat. 'T ain't no possum! Bless de Lamb! Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam!

Gin it to me; whut you say? Ain't you sma't now! Oh, go 'way! Possum do look mighty nice, But you ax too big a price.

Tell me, is you talkin' true, Dat 's de gal's whut ma'ies you? Come back, Sam; now whah 's you gwine? Co'se you knows dat possum's mine!