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Is sompen of another stripe— Hit's dem mint juleps gittin' ripe.
Fo' long you'll hear him callin' me, An' sayin': " Go, you scamp, an' see Ef you ca' fine some mint dat's fit To make a julep; en ef hit Is high ernuff fur dat, w'y take Dem talles' sprigs en go en make Dat soothin' draff, en bring it here, En you'll have easy times dis year."
Den I gwine take er lump er two Er nice cut shugar—hear me th'oo— En 'solve it in some water—um!— Den take erbout er gill er rum, En 'bout three fingers whisky straight, En mix 'em all—now ca' you wait ? Den jis fo' sprigs er mint in dar, En han' him dat mint julep, sah.
Hit do me good to see him drink, En smack he lips, an' set an' think How long dat mint is gwineter las'! But hit'll go, mos' monst'ous fas'. An* all dat time I gwine to be Right close to him, whar I kin see Him smoke dat big ole cawncob pipe, En 'joy dem juleps when dey's ripe. |
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