OK Joe.

All through de day she keeps lookin' down demurely,
Much as to say - "I can't be a woman surely!
I still can play with ma doll securely,
For dis ain't de time to spoon".
But when de sun am sinkin' her eyes begin a winkin',
An' den I know she's thinkin' of dis yer coloured coon.
Oh! Ain't I glad I found her. In love chains I have bound her,
Her face is rather rounder - it's rounder dan de moon.

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She hears me call an' she comes a-creepin', creepin',
Over de wall she sees me leapin', leapin',
Big folks and small quietly are sleepin',
When I meet ma lily belle,
Up and down de ladder, I'm slippin' like a shadder[sic][shadow?],
No one could be gladder dan me, I don't suppose,
I'm coaxin' her an teasin', I'm kissin' her an' squeezin',
It seems to me it's pleasin' to Oklahoma's Rose.