CLXII — 5th Figure
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When mumma dere you say you sick,
Dis mumma gone you get better,
‘tan’ ‘teady till him come ‘tan’ ‘teady,
‘tan’ ‘teady till him come ‘tan’ ‘teady.
When mamma tells her daughter to take her hoe and come out into the field she feigns sickness. Her brother comes in and finds her quite well. “All right,” he says, “just (dis) you stand steady (’teudy, French eu), just you wait till she comes home and you will get a flogging.”