From "Negro Folk Rhymes," Thomas W. Talley

W'en I was a "Roustabout," wild an' young,
I co'ted my gal wid a mighty slick tongue.
I tol' her some oncommon lies dere an' den.
I tol' dat we'd marry, but I didn' say w'en.

So on a Mond'y mornin' I tuck her for my wife
Of co'se I wus 'spectin' an agreeable life.
But on a Chuesd'y mornin' she chuned up her pipe,
An' she 'bused me more 'an I'd been 'bused all my life.

On a Wednesd'y evenin', as I come 'long home,
I says to myse'f dat she wus all my own;
An' on a Thursd'y night I went out to de woods,
An' I cut me two big fine tough leatherwoods.

So on a Frid'y mornin' w'en she roll me 'er eyes,
I retched fer my leatherwoods to give 'er a s'prise,
Dem long keen leatherwoods wuked mighty well,
An' 'er tongue, it jes' rattle lak a clapper in a bell.

On a Sadd'y mornin' she sleep sorter late,
An' de las' time I see'd her, she 'us gwine out de gate.
I was feedin' at de stable, lookin'out through a crack,
An' she lef' my log cabin 'fore I could go back.

On a Sund'y mornin', as I laid on my bed,
I didn' have no Nigger wife to bother my head.
Now whisky an' brandy jug's my biges' bes' friend,
An' my long week's wuk is about at its end.

No. 217, with music (# 78 in "Leading Themes" notebook).
"Thomas W. Talley's Negro Folk Rhymes," ed. C. K. Wolfe, 1941 (1991), The University of Tennessee Press, pp. 125-126.