Hain't you got nothin' better to do than tormenting an unprotected woman?
"Desk and Debit" by Oliver Optic
The varmints hain't got no feed for their hosses, and they won't go fur to-night.
"Field and Forest" by Oliver Optic
I did think Levi took it, and I hain't got done thinkin' so yet.
"Freaks of Fortune" by Oliver Optic
We hain't got much chance nohow.
"Hope and Have" by Oliver Optic
But we hain't got no balloons.
"Blow The Man Down" by Holman Day
It's where I sleep, though I hain't got no prisoners in the jug just now.
"A Lieutenant at Eighteen" by Oliver Optic
So they hain't gin you nuthin' better than their talk, hev they?
"The Flag of Distress" by Mayne Reid
I hain't been consulted in this business at all.
"Little Bobtail" by Oliver Optic
Seen such people, hain't ye?
"In The Boyhood of Lincoln" by Hezekiah Butterworth
Don't ye s'pose he hain't got no more sense?
"In Connection with the De Willoughby Claim" by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Don't tell no lies, 'cause yer hain't got no time ter repent on 'em.
"The Young Lieutenant" by Oliver Optic
But I hain't no notion,' he says, 'that she'll come to time agin.
"The Christmas Story from David Harum" by Edward Noyes Westcott
They hain't had nothin' but trash on the road, I guess.
"The Opened Shutters" by Clara Louise Burnham
But ef the cattlemen wants to pay fer what they hain't gittin' hit hain't none o' my business, I reckon.
"The Gold Girl" by James B. Hendryx
Enyhow, I hain't a-goin' ter listen ter eny more ov your tongue.
"Lippincott's Magazine, November 1885" by Various
We hain't been there long.
"Elizabeth Hobart at Exeter Hall" by Jean K. Baird
Waal, Tom, we hain't furgot ye sence ye done been hyar.
"Southern Literature From 1579-1895" by Louise Manly
Hain't I jess this minute hollered, an' tole you that they hain't called no names?
"Free Joe and Other Georgian Sketches" by Joel Chandler Harris
P'raps he's gut reason fut hit; an' agin, mebbe he hain't.
"The Boy Scouts in the Maine Woods" by Herbert Carter
I should like to know if I hain't!
"The May Flower, and Miscellaneous Writings" by Harriet Beecher Stowe
For look, when they do show their powers
And swing and shake the spire,
There hain't a peal can match wi' ours,
"No, not in all the shire."
"The Old Bellringer" by Cicely Fox Smith
There hain't no grass to speak of and the water holes are gone
The wire of the farmer holds 'em tight
There's little use to law 'em and little use to kick
And mighty sight less use there is to fight
"The Old Cowboy's Lament" by Robert Van Carr
I hain't no hand to lectur' on the times, er dimonstrate
Whur the trouble is, er hector and domineer with Fate,--
But when I git so flurried, and so pestered-like and blue,
And so rail owdacious worried, let me tell you what I do!--
"Romancin'" by James Whitcomb Riley