So Ah wrapped Leafy up in moss and fixed her good in a tree and picked mah way on down to de landin’.

Ah got tuh try and do for you befo’ mah head is cold.”

Thank yuh, Massa Jesus

Nanny half sung, half sobbed a running chantprayer over the head of the weeping girl.

Yo’ Nanny wouldn’t harm a hair uh yo’ head. She don’t want nobody else to do it neither if she kin help it.

Janie’s kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain.

Johnny Taylor usin’ yo’ body to wipe his foots on.”