Here I am,
I,,, I need help but,,, I need,,,
There's,,, there's plowing and rough work,
What's that rake for?
- The rake?
Number one, you got a horse?
Number two, ain't no man better'n me,
'cause there ain't no man around
- I know your plight,
Am I hard to hear?
I ain't lookin' for money, I never cared for it
I expect to board and eat,
- I ain't a servant, if you get my meanin',
People's gonna have to empty
And I don't expect to work
Right,
Right, Is that a yes or a no?
(rooster crows)
There's a rooster,
I go near him
He's Lucifer himself,
- I despise a floggin' rooster,
Oh, no, I wouldn't,,,
My name's Ruby Thewes,
- (rooster squawks)
(gasps)
Let's put him in a pot,
(¢Ü "You Will Be My Ain True Love")
¢Ü Mm-hm-hm-hm
¢Ü Mm-hm-hm-hm
¢Ü Mm-hm-hm-hm
¢Ü Mm-hm-hm-hm
(grunts)
Urgh!
¢Ü Mm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm
¢Ü Mm-hm-hm-hm-hm
¢Ü I've gone to find my ain true love
(man) You're my angel, my butterfly,
Come fly away,
(groans)
My love,,,
God forgive me for doin' this,
I'm so sorry,
I'm sendin' you to a better place,
(groans)
You go fly away,
Hey!
- Don't do that,
- I killed several of them,
What part of God's business
A slave woman,
Can you see that in this light?
- Is she dead?
Iike you would a butterfly,
And I care for her,
She's got my bastard in her belly,
Come on, Back up,
(wheezes)
- I'm beggin' you,
It's better you blow out my brains
You're gonna put her back
I do that, the members will lynch me
for sirin' a bastard while servin' as
We've churched men
I do need help, but I need a laborer,
I think there's been a misunderstanding,
- Well, it ain't for gardenin', that's for sure,
I can plow all day, I'm a worker,
who ain't old or full of mischief,
- My plight?
'Cause you keep repeatin' everything,
and now it ain't worth nothin',
at the same table,
- You're not a servant,
their own night jars is my point,
whilst you sit around and watch, neither,
He's the devil, I'm sure of it,
and he is at me with his spurs,
- (crows)
I know your name,
- (neck snaps)
- Don't pull that trigger, I'm a man of God,
- I mean I'm God's minister,
is throwin' a woman down a gorge?
Black as a bucket of tar,
- No, I drugged her,
That's the heartbreak of it,
- Git,
than return me to this place,
where she sleeps,
their preacher, We're a strict congregation,