De cotton hits a-greenin' in de furrer, An' honey I'se a-waitin' at de door! "Did I tole you dat I know'd whar dere's a possum? Did I tole you dat I know'd whar dere's a coon? Oh, mah lady, come out soon! Oh, mah honey, come out soon! While de Mocker, while de Mocker Am a-singin' to de moon!"
Why not take a service in the country?" "I'm a little tired of the country," she answered "I'd like a change." "An' a change ye're likely to git!" he retorted, somewhat gruffly "Lor' bless yer 'art! There ain't nothin' like the country! All the trees a-greenin' an' the flowers a-blowin' an' the birds a- singin'! 'Ave ye ever 'era tell of a place called Briar Farm?"