kale an’ iv’ry, Mi - kale an’ iv’ry, Why - ou, Why - ou
Why - ou Why - ou Why-ou Wife gwine ter die.
Den de genelmen jump up an’ say, “Hullo! What dat?” De King say, “Sing
again, my pritty lil’ bird,” an’ den de Peafowl sang, “Mikale an’
iv’ry, Mikale an’ iv’ry, Mikale an’ iv’ry, Whyou, Whyou, Whyou, Whyou,
Whyou wife gwine ter die.” “What dat? What dat? What dat?” dey say, an’
de bird den settin’ on de tree sing, “Mikale an’ iv’ry,” etc.
De King say, “Sing again, you pritty lil’ bird. You dress shall be
tipped with blue, an’ you shall hab a beautiful field of corn as a
present.” An’ de bird sang again better, when he har dat, “Mikale an’
iv’ry, Mikale an’ iv’ry, Mikale an’ iv’ry, Mikale an’ iv’ry, whyou,
whyou, whyou, whyou, whyou wife gwine ter die.” De King jump up an’
call de buggy, an’ jump in an’ tek de Peafowl in, an’ all de horses was
richly decked, an’ all de company very fine, dey dribe de Peafowl home,
an’ dat why de Peafowl hav such a beautiful dress.