Spacially Jim

I wus mighty good-lookin' when I wus young,
    Peert an' black-eyed an' slim,
With fellers a-courtin' me Sunday nights,
        'Späcially Jim.

The likeliest one of 'em all wus he,
    Chipper an' han'som' an' trim;
But I toss'd up my head, an' made fun o' the crowd,
        'Späcially Jim.

I said I hadn't no 'pinion o' men
    An' I wouldn't take stock in him!
But they kep' up a-comin' in spite o' my talk,
        'Späcially Jim.

I got so tired o' havin' 'em roun'
    ('Späcially Jim!),
I made up my mind I'd settle down
    An' take up with him;

So we was married one Sunday in church,
    'Twas crowded full to the brim,
'Twas the only way to get rid of 'em all,
        'Späcially Jim.