An'
now, s'posin' I wuz ter ontie yer, Nancy Jane O, could yer tuck me on
yer back an' cyar me ter de crick? an' den we'd hab de sho' thing on
de gol'-stone, caze soon's eber we git dar, I'll git it, an' we'll
cyar it bof tergedder ter de king, an' den we'll bof git de deares'
wush uv our hearts. Now wat yer say? speak yer min'. Ef'n yer able an'
willin' ter tote me fum hyear ter de crick, I'll ontie yer; ef'n yer
ain't, den far yer well, caze I mus' be er gittin' erlong.'
"Well, Nancy Jane O, she stedded an' stedded in her min', an' by'mby
she sez, 'Brer Frog,' sez she, 'I b'lieve I'll try yer; ontie me,' sez
she, 'an' git on, an' I'll tuck yer ter de crick.' Den de frog he clum
on her back an' ontied her, an' she flopped her wings an' started off.
Hit wuz mighty hard flyin' wid dat big frog on her back; but Nancy
Jane O wuz er flyer, mun, yer hyeard me! an' she jes lit right out,
an' she flew an' she flew, an' atter er wile she got in sight er de
birds, an' dey looked, an' dey see her comin', an' den dey 'gun ter
holler,
"'Who on-tied, who on-tied Po' Nancy Jane O?'
An' de frog he holler back,
"'O Pig-un-a-wa-ya, Pig-un-a-wa-ya, hooo-hooo!'
"Den, gemmun, yer oughten seed dat race; dem birds dey done dey leb'l
bes', but Nancy Jane O, spite er all dey could do, she gaint on 'em,
an' ole Pigunawaya he sot up dar, an' he kep' er urg'n an' er urg'n
Nancy Jane O.
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