Dat'S De Way My Lady'Ll Do

It ain't how many eyes you got, 'Les' needles could see an' potatoes, too; An' "hookin' a' eye," as like as not, Would be classed as a sin dat no lady'd do. But it's keepin' yo' eyes turned to'des de right, An' to'des de wrong jes' shettin' 'em tight-- Lookin' out for ways to be polite-- Dat's de way my lady'd do!

It ain't how many ears you got Dat makes you listen an' learn an' do; Else a hill o' corn in a garden plot Would be 'way ahead o' me an' you; But it's shettin' yo' ears to heartless speech, An' listenin' whilst de teachers teach, An' strivin' to practise mo' 'n to preach-- Dat's de way my lady'll do!

It ain't how many tongues you got, 'Les' shoes would talk an' wagons, too; An' all de bells would gabble a lot, An' tattle an' brag de long day th'ough; But it's gyardin' yo' tongue f'om talk dat's wrong, An' passin' a helpful word along, An' maybe singin' a hopeful song-- Dat's de way my lady'll do!