dis

Who ob all dis congregation is gwine next to lie ded-e-de-dah?

An' he said, 'Lay right down on dis yer table,' an' I lay down.

Now you take en look at it like dis—you look at it, and see ef I's right.

A man's a man 'at dis what's richt, what's pleasin to the verra hert o' richt.

Don't let dis guy find me crackin' his safe, so's I won't have to kill 'im.

He say, ‘Brer Rabbit, what’s all dis fuss I hear in de woods?

We also made bread pills and soaked 'em in dis tea and swallowed 'em.

Washed and ironed for 30 years, and paid for dis home that way.

One time I met a bunch of 'em and one of 'em said, "Who is dis feller?"

Yes, and well raised, too; never 'spected to come to dis yer!