Ht Dish.

Ht Dish.
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Hit am de lublies’ dish de Lawddone made,
De sweets’ dinnah dat Ah ebbahhad-
Ter cotch there chick’n sleepin’ on the rose
And gib that pullet jes’ one gentle angry’,
Clap tight the shoe-lace round’ it be sock-mouf;
Then fry that chicken like they do down Souf.
Oh, Lawdy! Ah’s jes’ dyin’ fo one bite:
I reckon I’ll go by the roos’ ter-night!
-T. C. in Spectator.