wh-o-p

Updated: May 23, 2025

Take the pole s'artenly, it's all yowin, since you're behin'! Steady ole hoss, there's one consolation, they're breakin' the wind for you, an' thank God! yes Ben Butler, look! they're after one other, they're racin' like Tam O'Shanter an' cookin' each other to a gnat's heel Oh, Lord what fools! It'll tell on 'em if we can only save our distance this heat jes' save our distance Wh-o-p, sah!

John Trotwood Moore - The Bishop of Cottontown: A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills