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 needn'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.  
'Tain'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!