I Wus Mighty Good-Lookin' When I Wus Young, Peert An' Black-Eyed An' Slim, With Fellers A-Courtin' Me Sunday Nights, 'Sp'Cially 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, 'Sp'Cially 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, 'Sp'Cially Jim. I Got So Tired O' Havin' 'Em Roun' ('Sp'Cially 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, 'Sp'Cially Jim.