In Ole Kintucky Poem by Raymond Garfield Dandridge

Dey greets you wid a nod an' smile,
Way down in Ole Kintucky,
Dat maiks you feel lak life's wuth w'ile
Way down in Ole Kintucky:
Dar's honey floatin' on de breeze,
Dar's coolin' shade beneaf de trees,
An' gurls ez purtty ez you please,
Way down in Ole Kintucky.

Dey duzen stan' yore sass an' slack,
Way down in Ole Kintucky,
Ef you hit de'm dey hits you back,
Way down in Ole Kintucky:
Dar's mountains an' dar's rollin' hills,
Dar's gullies, bab'lin' brooks an' rills,
An' dar's sum hiddin coppah stills
Way down in Ole Kintucky.

Dar's cole, dar's ine, dar's salt an' oil,
Way down in Ole Kintucky;
An' lebel fiel's ob fertile soil,
Way down in Ole Kintucky:
Dey raises backah, co'n an' rye,
Dey ages lickah, bye de bye,
To wet yore Whistle w'en youse dry,
Way down in Ole Kintucky.

Dar's Colonels an' dar's Majahs, bofe,
Way down in Ole Kintucky,
Dat doan do nothin' 'ceptin loaf,
Way down in Ole Kintucky:
Dar's famus grass, long, sof' an' blue,
Dar's thairbred runnahs, trottahs, too:
An' dar's a welcome waitin' you,
Way down in Ole Kintucky.