mudder

You see de boy's mudder was put under de roses when he was only a few days in de world, and Easter she lubbed him mo' fer dat.

Me mudder wasn't built to stand de wear and tear, an' about de time I was foist chased off to school, she went out o' biz.

I hands de boss a piece o' talk: me mudder's sick, an' I needs ready coin bad.

Den dot man gommence to breach und he read mit his dext, "Und Simon's vife's mudder lay sick mit a fever."

See 'em scootin' round, chasin' dat are poor orphanless calf, what ain't got no mudder.