Land sakes

"Land sakes! I don't keep a boardin' house!"

Well, as soon as Alice finished singing, land sakes! goodness, gracious me! if a big fox didn't pop out from behind a tree.

The fourth annual “Way Up North in Mississippi” picnic was well under way in Central Park yesterday. . . . There were twangy cries of “land sakes” and “don't that beat all” and choruses of “hi, y'all.”

“One of the McDougal young'uns? Well, land sakes—haven't seen you in a coon's age.”