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COOKIN' BY DE OL'-TIME FIRE-PLACE.
I'be heard ub lots ub cookin' by de cooks dey say is fin',
Dat fixes up dar eatin's by de books;
But wid all dar fancy dishes, dat may suit de highest min',
Dey kan't kum up to dese ol-fashun cooks.
Dat fixes up dar eatin's by de books;
But wid all dar fancy dishes, dat may suit de highest min',
Dey kan't kum up to dese ol-fashun cooks.
An' 'dough dey hab dar ranges, an' eb'ry thing in style,
An' sumtimes, maybe, dey kin hit de tas'e;
But when it kums to cookin' dat kin beat dem all de whil',
Git A'n' Dinah, an' de ol'-time fire-place.
An' sumtimes, maybe, dey kin hit de tas'e;
But when it kums to cookin' dat kin beat dem all de whil',
Git A'n' Dinah, an' de ol'-time fire-place.
She nebber had no larnin', but it kum jes' nat'yul so,
She seemed to be cut out to suit de place;
An' Marster he wuz happy, howebber things would go,
Wid A'n' Dinah at the ol'-time fire-place.
She seemed to be cut out to suit de place;
An' Marster he wuz happy, howebber things would go,
Wid A'n' Dinah at the ol'-time fire-place.
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She could bake de bes' ol' flab-jacks dat ebber yo' behol',
Dat would mak' yer mouf jes' water all de while;
An' de way she'd roas' a possum, an' tak' him up right whole,
Would mak' de baby in de cradle smile.
Dat would mak' yer mouf jes' water all de while;
An' de way she'd roas' a possum, an' tak' him up right whole,
Would mak' de baby in de cradle smile.
She could cook a sweet pertater 'tell 'twuz mealy to de mouf,
An' bake a corn-cake to de proper brown;
Stew a ol' hare in de fashun yo' kin only fin' down Souf,
An' tell when de pot don' bilin' by de soun'.
An' bake a corn-cake to de proper brown;
Stew a ol' hare in de fashun yo' kin only fin' down Souf,
An' tell when de pot don' bilin' by de soun'.
An' how she'd bake de ash-cake between de collud leaves!
I couldn't begin to tell yo' ef I'd try;
But she wuz fines' in de county, I really do believe,
When she'd tackle ol' Virginny pun'kin pie.
I couldn't begin to tell yo' ef I'd try;
But she wuz fines' in de county, I really do believe,
When she'd tackle ol' Virginny pun'kin pie.
An' I kno' I could die happy, do' my pledjurs here am few,
Ef befo' I finished up dis urfly race,
I could git a meal ub vittles, jes' like I used to do,
When A'n' Dinah used de ol'-time fire-place.
Ef befo' I finished up dis urfly race,
I could git a meal ub vittles, jes' like I used to do,
When A'n' Dinah used de ol'-time fire-place.
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