Come right in this house, Will Johnson! Kin I teach you dignity?Chasin' aft' them po' white children, Jest because you wan' to play.
Whut does po' white trash keer fah you? Want you keep away fum them,Next, they'll be-a-doin' meanness, An' a-givin' you the blame.
Don't come mumblin' 'bout their playthings, Yourn is good enough fah you;'Twus the best that I could git you, An' you've got to make them do.
Go'n' to break you fum that habit, Yes, I am! An' mighty soon,Next, you'll grow up like the white-folks, All time whinin' fah the moon.
Runnin' with them po' white children-- Go'n' to break it up, I say!--Pickin' up their triflinn' habits, Soon, you'll be as spilte as they.
Come on here, an' take the baby-- Mind now! Don't you let her fall--'Fo' I'll have you runnin' with them, I won't let you play at all.
Jest set there, an' mind the baby Till I tell you --You may go;An' jest let me ketch you chasin' Aft' them white trash any mo'.
