human
Don't you know me? And I, says I, skeered through and through,
gpt
Of course I do. You air a nice chap ever' way, I'm here to say! You make me cry--you make me pray, And all them good things thataway-- That is, at _night_. Where do you stay Durin' the day?
human
You know me--shore?
gpt
Oh, yes, says I, a-trimblin' faint,
human
You're jes' a saint! Your ways is all so holy-right, I love you better ever' night You come around,--tel' plum daylight, When you air out o' sight!
gpt
Now, says he,
human
Be keerful as you'd orto be And _allus_ think o' me!