You better stop dat prancin';
You 's pow'ful fond ob dancin',
But I' ll bet my yeah's advancin'
Dat I'll cure you ob yo' shines.
Look heah, mule! Better min' out;
Fus' t'ing you know you 'll fin' out
How quick I 'll wear dis line out
On yo' ugly, stubbo'n back.
You needn't try to steal up
An' lif' dat precious heel up;
You 's got to plow dis fiel' up;
You has, sah, fur a fac'.
Dar, dat's de way to do it!
He 's comin right down to it;
Jes watch him plowin' troo it!
Dis nigger ain't no fool.
Some folks dey would 'a' beat him;
Now, dat would only heat him—
I know jes how to treat him:
You mus' reason wid a mule.
He minds me like a nigger.
If he wuz only bigger
He'd fotch a mighty figger.
He would, I tell you! Yes, sah!
See how he keeps a-clickin'!
He 's as gentle as a chickin,
An' nebber thinks o'kickin—
Whoa dar! Nebuchadnezzah!
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