From an Old Garden (Cloud)/The Holly-Tree
The Holly-Tree
Ole Marse Holly-Tree's a bad ole man;Seem lak he show 'is spite Whenebber he can;Wid 'is lil red eyes, en 'is th'ee-corner hat,En 'is ebbows dey sticks out,— 'cause he nebber yit growed fat!—He got a green satin weskit clear ter 'is th'oat,En a lil sharp s'wode stuck unnerneaf 'is coat,—De onies' way ter git erlong wid Ole Marse Holly-Tree,Is e'der one ter chop 'im down or des leab 'im be!