Spacially Jim

I wus mighty good-lookin' when I wus young,         Peert an' black-eyed an' slim,     With fellers a-courtin' me Sunday nights,             'Spcially 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,             'Spcially 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,             'Spcially Jim.     I got so tired o' havin' 'em roun'         ('Spcially 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,             'Spcially Jim.