''
``Chickens a-crowin' on Sour-wood Mountain,
Heh-o-dee-um-dee-eedy-dahdy-dee!
Git yo' dawgs an' we'll go huntin',
Heh-o-dee-um-dee-eedy-dahdy-dee!''
An' when Jeb comes to
``I've got a gal at the head o' the holler,
Heh-o-dee-um-dee-eedy-dahdy-dee!''
he jes turns one eye 'round on Polly
Ann, an' then swings his chin aroun' as
though he didn't give a cuss fer nothin'.
``She won't come, an' I won't foller,
Heh-o-dee-um-dee-eedy-dahdy-dee!''
Well, sir, Nance seed that Polly Ann
was a-eyin' Jeb sort o' flustered like,
an' she come might' nigh splittin' right
thar an' a-sp'ilin' the fun, fer she
knowed what a skeery fool Jeb was.
An' when the ole folks goes to bed,
Nance lays thar under a quilt a-watchin'
an' a-listenin'. Well, Jeb knowed
the premises, ef he couldn't talk, an'
purty soon Nance heerd Jeb's cheer
creak a leetle, an' she says, Jeb's a-
comin', and Jeb was; an' Polly Ann
'lowed Jeb was jes a leetle TOO resolute
an' quick-like, an' she got her hand
ready to give him one lick anyways
fer bein' so brigaty.
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