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Hey, Whitey, here's a good fat ear, / It's 'mong the last ye'll git; / Come on now, lemme rub yer nose- / Ye'r' lookin' tol' bul fit.
I'm gonna ship ye off terday, / Yew be'n here long enuff; / I s'pose 'f yew knowed what I'm a-sayin' / Yew'd think 'twas kind o' ruff