feets

Last Sunday she said to Mr. Baker: "Ach, Gott, Mr. Baker, my feets is killing me. I must go me by a feets doctor."

1894, Al Thayer, Ah there: Pickings from Lobby chatter in the Cincinnati Enquirer, page 71

"I kin remember when she weared worsted boots an' her two feets was no bigger dan yer tumb an' she weared worsted boots, Miss Smith," she cried, raising her streaming eyes.

1896, Stephen Crane, Maggie: A Girl of the Streets

Good morning Miss Brown / Mamma how do you do? / I said good morning Miss Brown / Mamma how do you do? / She say I'm feelin' fine and lookin' good / Maaan what about you? / I say I got the misery and the back ache baby / And my feets hurtin' me when I walk / You know I got the misery and the back ache baby / And my feets hurtin' me when I walk / And you know too much conversation hurt my tongue to talk

1968, “Good Morning Miss Brown”, in Taj Mahal (music), The Natch'l Blues