human
He's building a house up thar on the hill, An' has laid up a snug pile o' cash, The weddin's to be on the first o' next May-- Jist a year from the day o' the smash-- The gal says he risked his dear life to save hers, An' she'll just turn the tables about, An' give him the life that he saved--thar's the bell. Good day, sir, we're goin' to pull out.
gpt
Willie! Willie, dear! Willee-e-ee! An' you'd be surprised to notice how dretful deef I be; An' the fellers 'at are playin' they keeps mos' orful still, W'ile they tell me, jus' in whispers:
human
Your ma is callin', Bill. But my hearin' don't git better, so fur as I can see, W'ile my ma stan's there a-callin':
gpt
Willie! Willie, dear! Willee-e-ee!
human
Well, I'll allow It's mighty cur'us w'ere that boy has got to, anyhow ; An' then I keep on playin' jus' the way I did before-- I know if she was wantin' much she'd call to me some more. An' purty soon she comes agin an' says:
gpt
Willie! Willee-e-ee!