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Sabbaf day I don' go fu', Jes' to see my pigeon ; I jes' sets an' looks at huh, Dat's enuff 'uligion. -•**' ^1^ f PRINTED FOK DD, MEAD AND COMPANY I!Y THE UNIVEUSITY PRESS Lbfe i6 Hi Li r Gal 7 The Plantation Child's Lullaby . 13 ^ Blue 17 Chanty 23 Curiosity 27 The Turning of the Babies in the Bed 33 A Negro Love Song 41 When de Con Pone's Hot ... 47 A Corn- Song .53 Discovered 59 A Plea 63 Soliloquy of a Turkey .... 67 Whip-Poor-Will and Katy-Did . 75 *S Page A Florida Night 79 Reluctance 83 When Sam'l Sings 87 Expectation 93 On the Road 99 Lover's Lane 105 The Photograph 109 Parted . 115 Dely 119 ^ ^mr^ fljLv<^ /^H, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze ^-^ is sighin' low. Li'l' gal, An' de mockin' bird is singin' in de locus' by de do', Li'l' gal ; Dere 's a hummin' an' a bummin' in de Ian' f 'oin eas' to wes', I 's a-sighin' fu' you, honey, an' I nevah know no res'. Fu' dey 's lots o' trouble brewin' an' a-stewin' in my breas', Li r gal. Whut 's de mattah wid de weathah, whut s de mattah wid de breeze, Li'l' gal? Whut 's de mattah wid de locus' dat 's a-singin' in de trees, Li'l' gal? W'y dey knows dey ladies love 'em, an' dey knows dey love 'em true, An' dey love em back, I reckon, des' lak I 's a-lovin' you ; Dat 's de reason dey 's a-weavin' an' a- sighin', thoo an' thoo, Li r gal. 8 .^Vk. ■m^k^^ *•••'•* Don't you let no da'ky fool you 'cause de elo'es he waihs is fine, LiT gal. Dey 's a hones' hea't a-beatin' unnerneaf dese rags o' mine, Li r gal. Cose dey ain' no use in mockin' whut de birds an' weathah do. But I 's so'y I cain't 'spress it w'en I knows I loves you true, Dat 's de reason I 's a-sighin' an' a-singin' now fu' you, LiT gal. VITINTAH time hit comin' ' * Stealin' thoo de night ; Wake up in de mo'nin' Evah ting is white ; Cabin looi\in' lonesome Stannin' in de snow, Meks you kin' o' nervous, Wen de win' hit blow. Troinpin' back from feedin' Col' as' wet an' blue, Homespun jacket ragged, Win' a-blovvin' thoo. Cabin lookin' cheerful, Unnerneaf de do', Yet you kin' o' keerful Wen de win' hit blow. s^^^V-**^"^ Little feet a-patterin' Cleak across de flo'; Bettah had be keerful Wen de win' hit blow Suppah done an' ovah, Evah ting is still ; Listen to de snowman Slippin' down de hill. Ashes on de fiah, Keep it wa'm but low. What's de use o' keerin' Ef de win' do blow? Smoke house full o' bacon, Brown an' sweet an' good ; Taters in de cellah, 'Possum roam de wood ; Little baby snoozin' Des ez ef he know. What 's de use o' keerin' Ef de win' do blow? Listened to de raindrops Play de kettledrum. ^ Lookin' crost de niedders, Swimmin' lak a sea ; Lawd 'a' mussy on us What 's de good o' me? Caint go out a-hoein', Would n't ef I could ; Groun' too wet fu' huntin', Fishin' ain' no good. Too much noise fu' sleepin', No one hyeah to chat ; Des mus' stan' an' listen To dat pit-a-pat. Hills is gittin' misty, Valley 's gittin' dahk ; Watch-dog s 'mence a-howlin', Rat hah have 'em ba'k, Dan a-moanin' solemn, Somewhaih out o' sight ; Rain-crow des a-chucklin', Dis is his delight. '^ L*?i?k. Mandy, bring my banjo, Bring de chillen in, Come in f om de kitchen, I feel sick ez sin. Call in Uncle Isaac, Call Aunt Hannah, too, Tain't no use in talkin', Chile, 1 's sholy blue ! 20 Now you, John Henry, 'tain't no use To Stan' up daili an' mak no 'scuse. You need n't link you foolin' me, I sutny has got eyes to see ! Oh I 's yo' sistah, yes, dat 's true ; But den what good 's dat gwine to do? Dey ain't no use in tellin' lies, You look right sheepish f 'oni yo' eyes ! Let 's see yo' han's, uh huh, I knowed You washed 'em, but de traces showed. Let's see yo' niouf; hit looks lak ink — Yo' sistah cain't tell 'serves, you tink. Oh my, but yo 's a naughty chile, I has to look at you one while ; You need n't twis' in all dem curves, To tink you 'd stole yo' ma's pusserves. Ef I tol' ma I guess you'd git The fines' whuppin' evah yit ; But guess I '11 keep it to myse'f Erbout dat jah erpon de she'f ; Case ma's des awful w'en she stahts, An' my, oh, how a whuppin' smahts ! So you clomb up ? Oh, she 'd be madder ! Say, tell me whaih you put de ladder. -*.-^" MAMMY 'S in de kitchen, an' de do* is shet ; All de piccaninnies climb an' tug an' sweat Gittin' to de winder, stickin' dah lak flies, Evah one ermong us des all nose an' eyes. " Whut she cookin', Isaac? Whut she cookin', Jake? Is it sweet pertaters ? Is hit pie er cake ? " But we could n' rnek out even whah we stood Whut was mammy cookin' dat could smell S^r-J^V-^^^"^ Mammy spread de winder, an' she frown an' frown. How de piccaninnies come a-tumblin' down ! Den she say : " Ef you all keep a-peepin' in, How I 's gwine to whup you, my ! 't '11 be a sin ! Need n' come a-sniffin' an' a-nosin' hyeah, 'Ca'se I knows my business, don't you nevah feah." Won't somebody tell us — how I wish dey would ! — Whut is mammy cookin' dat it smells so good ? We know she means business, an' we dassent stay. Dough it 's mighty tryin' fu' to go erway ; But we goes a troopin' down de of wood- track 'Twell dat steamin' kitchen brings us stealin' back, Climbin' an' a-peepin' so 's to see inside. Whut on earf kin mammy be so sha'p to hide? I 'd des up an' tell folks w'en I knowed I could, Ef I was a-cookin' tings dat smelt so good. :^^ Mammy in de oven, an' I see huh smile ; Moufs mus' be a-vvat'rin' roun' liyeah fu' a mile ; Den we ahiio' hollah ez we hu'ies down, 'Ca'se hit apple dumplin's big an' fat an' brown ! Wen de do' is opened, solemn lak an* slow, Wisht you see us settin' all dah in a row. Innercent an' p'opah,des lak chillun should Wen dey mammy s cookin' tings dat smell so good. c^a; L*?^ 25„^^ THE NG OF THE IN THE BED ^"^^ VITOMAN'S sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat. She's a mess o' funny capahs f'om huh sUppahs to huh hat, Ef you tries to un'erstan' huh, an' you fails, des up an' say : " D' ain't a bit o' use to try to un'erstan' a woman's way." VJ^ I don' mean to be complainin', but I s jes' a-settin' down Some o' my own obserwations, wen I cas' my eye eroun'. Ef you ax me fu' to prove it, I ken do it mighty fine, Fu' dey ain't no bettah 'zample den dis ve'y wife o' mine. 34 MGI? '••»•* In (le ve'y heat o' midnight, wen I 's sleepin' good an' soun', I kin hyeah a sot o' rusthn' an' some- body movin' 'roun'. An' I say, " Lize, whut you doin' ? " But she frown an' shek huh haid, " Heish yo' mouf. Is only tu'nin' of de chillun in de bed. *' Don' you know a chile gits restless, layin' all de night one way ? An' you' got to kind o' 'range him sev'al times befo' de day ? So de little necks won't worry, an' de little backs won't break ; Don' you t'ink case chillun s chillun dey hain't got no pain an' ache." S6 ^^ f So she shakes 'em, an' she twists 'em, I^^Wt an' she tuns 'em 'roun' erbout, 'Twell I don' see how de chillun evah keeps f'om hollahin' out. ^ Den she hf's em up head down'ards, so 's dey won't git livah-grown, But dey snoozes des ez peaceful ez a liza'd on a stone. 5^! $ Wen hit's mos' nigh time fu' wakin' on de dawn o' jedgment day, Seems lak I kin hyeah ol' Gab'iel lay his trumpet down an' say, *' Who dat vvalkin' 'roun' so easy, down on earf ermong de dead ? " — 'Twill be Lizy up a-tu'nin' of de chillun in de bed. i^'' ij QEEN my lady home las' night, ^ Jump back, honey, jump back. Hel' huh han' an' squc'z it tight, Jump back, honey, jump back rw Hyeahd huh sigh a httle sigh, Seen a hght gleam f'om huh eye, An' a smile go flittin' by — JunijD back, honey, jump back. Hyeahd de win' blow thoo de pine, Jump back, honey, jump back. Mockin'-bird was singin' fine. Jump back, honey, jump back. An' my hea't was beatin' so, When I reached my lady's do', Dat I couldn't ba' to go — Jump back, honey, jump back. L*?A. Put my ahm aroun' huh wais', Jump back, honey, jump back. Raised huh lips an' took a tase. Jump back, honey, jump back. Love me, honey, love me true ? Love me well ez I love you? An' she answe'd, " 'Cose I do " — Jump back, honey, jump back. DEY is times in life when Nature Seems to slip a cog an' go, Jes' a-ratllin' down creation, Lak an ocean's overflow ; When de worl' jes' stahts a-spinnin' Lak a picaninny's top. An' yo' cup o' joy is hrimmin' 'Twell it seems about to slop, An' you feel jes' lak a racah, Dat is trainin' fu' to trot — When yo' mammy says de blessin' An' de co'n pone 's hot. I f fl When you set down at de table, Kin' o' weary lak an' sad. An' you 'se jes' a little tiahed An' purhaps a little mad ; How yo' gloom tu'ns into gladness. How yo' joy drives out de doubt When de oven do' is opened. An' de smell comes po'in' out ; Why, de 'lectric light o' Heaven Seems to settle on de spot. When yo' mammy says de blessin' An' de con pone 's hot. 18 -^-I^" When de cabbage pot is steamin' An' de bacon good an' fat, When de chittHns is a-sputter'n' So s to show you whah dey 's at ; Tek away yo' sody biscuit, Tek away yo' cake an' pie, Fu' de glory time is comin', An' it s 'proachin' mighty nigh, An' you want to jump an' hollah, Dough you know you 'd bettah not, When yo' mammy says de blessin' An' de con pone 's hot. it I have hyeahd o' lots o' sermons, An' I 've hyeahd o' lots o' prayers, An' I 've listened to some singin' Dat has tuck me up de stairs Of de Glory-Lan' an' set me Jes' below de Mahstah's th'one, An' have lef my hea't a-singin' In a happy aftah tone ; But dem wu'ds so sweetly murmured Seem to tech de softes' spot, When my mammy says de blessin' An" de con pone's hot. , *. -ji. wii w ^j— -jy^an s^r-^V-^^"-"^ ON the wide veranda white, In the purple faihng hght, Sits the master while the sun is lowly hurning ; And his dreamy thoughts are drowned In the softly flowing sound Of the corn-songs of the field-hands slow returning. Oh, we hoe de con Since de ehly mo'n ; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done. O'er the fields with heavy tread, Light of heart and high of head, Though the halting steps be labored, slow, and weary ; Still the spirits brave and strong Find a comforter in song, And their corn-song rises ever loud and cheery. Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n ; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done. L*^ To the master in his seat, Comes the burden, full and sweet, Of the mellow minor music growing clearer, x\s the toilers raise the hymn. Thro' the silence dusk and dim, To the cabin's restful shelter drawing nearer Oh, we hoe de co'n Since do ehly mo'n ; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done, 56 And a tear is in the eye Of the master sitting by, As he Hstens to the echoes low-replying To the music's fading calls As it faints away and falls Into silence, deep within the cabin dying. Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n ; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done. I f f SEEN you down at chu'ch las' night, Nevali inin', Miss Lucy. What I mean? oli, dat 's all right, Nevah min', Miss Lucy. You was sma't ez sma't could be, But you could n't hide f om me. Ain't I got two eyes to see ! Nevah min', Miss Lucy. Guess you thought you 's awful keen ; Nevah min', Miss Lucy. Evahthing you done, I seen ; Nevah min', Miss Lucy. ^•, Seen him tek yo' ahm jes' so, When he got outside de do' — Oh, I know dat man s yo' beau ! Nevah min'. Miss Lucy. Say now, honey, wha 'd he say? — Nevah min'. Miss Lucy ! Keep yo' secrets — dat 's yo' way — Nevah min', Miss Lucy. Won't tell me an' I 'm yo' pal — I 'm gwine tell his othah gal, — Know huh, too, huh name is Sal ; Nevah min'. Miss Lucy ! Jj. fr2. :^:^ TREAT me nice, Miss Mandy Jane, Treat me nice. Dongh my love has tuned my brain, Treat me nice, 64 ^j^^*v-^~^-^ I ain't done a t'ing to shame, Lovahs all ac's jes' de same : Don't you know we ain't to blame? Treat me nice ! Cose I know I 's talkin' wild ; Treat me nice ; I cain't talk no bettah, child, Treat me nice ; Whut a pusson gwine to do. Wen he come a-cou'tin' you All a-trimblin' thoo and thoo? Please be nice. Reckon I mus' go de paf Othahs do : Lovahs lingah, ladies laff ; Mebbe you Do' mean all the things you say. An' pu haps some latah day Wen I baig you ha'd, you may Treat me nice ! ^^»^/^^^~k D ,EY'S a sot o' threatenin' feelin' in de blowin' of de breeze, An' I 's feelin' kin' o' squeamish in de night ; I 's a-walkin' 'roun' a-lookin' at de dift'unt style o' trees, An' a-measnrin' dey thickness an' dey height. Fu' dey s somep'n mighty 'spicious in de looks de da'kies give, Ez dey pass me an' my fambly on de groun', a.' So it 'curs to me dat lakly, ef I caihs to try an' live, It concehns me fu' to 'mence to look erroun Dey 's a cu'ious kin' o' shivah runnin' up an' down my back, An' I feel my feddahs rufflin' all de day, An' my laigs commence to trimble evah blessid step I mek ; Wen I sees a ax, I tuns my head away. ^•- Folks is go'gin' me wid goodies, an' dey 's treatin' me wid caih, An' I 's fat in spite of all dat I kin do. I 's mistrus'ful of de kin'ness dat 's erroun' me evahwhaih, Fu' it 's jes' too good, an' frequent, to be true. Snow 's a-fallin' on de medders, all erroun' me now is white, But I 's still kep' on a-roostin' on de fence ; Isham comes an' feels my breas'bone, an' he hefted me las' night. An' he's gone erroun' a-grinnin' evah sence. 'T ain't de snow dat meks me shivah ; 't ain't de col' dat meks me shake ; 'T ain't de wintah-time itse'f dat 's 'fectin' me ; But I t'ink de time is comin', an' I'd bettah mek a break, Fu' to set wid Mistah Possum in his tree ^^J Wen you hyeah de da'kies singin', an' de quahtahs all is gay, 'T ain't de time fu' birds lak nie to be erroun' ; Wen de hick'ry chips is flyin', an' de log 's been ca'ied erway, Den hit 's dang'ous to be roostin' niijh de groun'. Grin on, Isham ! Sing on, da'kies ! But I flop my wings an' go Fu' de sheltah of de ve'y highest tree, Fu' dey 's too much close ertention — an' dey 's too much fallin' snow — An' it 's too nigh Chris'mus mo'nin' now fu' me. ►••*^ - J^ ^LOW de night's a-fallin', An' I liyeah de callin' Out erpon de lonesome hill-, Soun' is moughty dreary, Solemn- lak an' skeery, Sayin' fu' to " whip po' Will." Now hit 's moughty tryin', Fu' to hyeah dis cryin', 'Deed hit s mo' den I kin stan' ; Sho' wid all our slippin', Dey s enough of whippin' 'Dout a bird a'visin' any man. In de noons o' summah Dey s anothah hummah Sings anothah song instid •, An' his th'oat s a-swellin' Wid de joy o' tellin', '^^-r^^ ?| Z^ "'"^ tt *^^^ ^-^^ A FLORIDA NIGHT i flf\|^5^ ^A7^^^ a-blovvin' gentle so de san' lay * ▼ low, San' a little heavy f'om de rain, All de pa'ms a-vvavin' an' a-weavin' slow, Sighin' lak a sinnah-soul in pain, Alligator grinnin' by de ol' lagoon, Mockin'-bird a-singin' to de big full moon, 'Skeeter go a-skiminin' to his fightin' chune (Lizy Ann 's a-waitin' in de lane !j. Moccasin a-sleepin' in de Cyprus swamp ; Need n't wake de gent man, not fu' me. Mule, you needn't wake him w'en you switch an' stomp, Fightin' off a 'skeeter er a flea. Florida is lovely, she 's de fines' Ian' Evah seed de sunlight f'om de Mastah's han', 'Ceptin' fu' de varmints an' huh fleas an' san' An' de nights wen l^izy Ann ain' free. Moon s a-kinder shaddered on de melon patch ; No one ain't a-watchin' ez I go. Clirnbin' of de fence so 's not to click de latch Meks my gittin' in a little slow. 80 4.^^j ■%?? Watermelon smilin' as it say, " I 's free ; " Alligator boomin', but I let bim be, Florida, ob, Florida s de Ian' fu' me (Lizy Ann a-singin' sweet an' low) 81 Si.e^=»^ WIIjL I have some mo' dat pie? No, ma am, t hank-ee, dat is — I Bettali quit daihin' me. Dat ah pie look sutny good : How 'd you feel now ef I would ? I don' reckon dat I should ; Bettah quit daihin' me. Look hyeah, I gwine tell de truf, Mine is sholy one sweet toof : Bettah quit daihin' me. Yass 'm, yass m, dat 's all right, I s done tried to be perlite : But dat pie's a lakly sight, Wha's de use o' daihin' me? My, yo' lips is full an' red, Don t I wish you 'd tu'n yo' haid ? Bettah quit daihin' me. Dat ain't faih, now, honey chile, I 's gwine lose mv sense erwhile Ef you des set daih an' smile, Bettah quit daihin' me. Nuffin' don' look ha'f so fine Ez dem teef, deah, wen i\ey shine Bettah quit daihin' me. Now look hyeah, I tells you dis ; 1 11 give up all othah bliss Des to have one little kiss, Bettah quit daihin me. 84 ^«.-*' I*— • Laws, I teks yo' little han', Ain't it tendah? bless de Ian' — Bettah quit daihin' me. I s so lonesome by myse'f, 'D ain't no fun in livin' lef ; Dis hyeah life 's ez dull ez def : Bettah quit daihin' me. Why n't you tek yo' han' erway ? Yas, I 'II hoi' it : but I say Bettah quit daihin' me. Holin' ban's is sholy fine. Seems lak dat 's de weddin' sign. Wish you 'd say dat you 'd be mine ; Dah vou been daihin' me. XTYEAH dat singin' in de rnedders Whaili de folks is mekin' hay? Wo'k is pretty middlin' heavy Fu' a man to be so gay. You kin tell dey 's somep'n special F'om de canter o' de song ^ Somep'n sholy pleasin' Sam'l, \mm Wen he singin' all day long. Hyeahd him wa'blin' 'way dis mo'nin' 'Fo' 'twas light enough to see. ==* Seem lak music in de evenin' Alius good enough fu' me. But dat man commenced to hollah 'Fo' he 'd even washed his face ; Would you b'lieve, de scan'lous rascal Woke de birds erroun' de place? A «• ^ Sam'l took a trip a-Sad'day ; Dressed hisse'f in all he had, Tuk a cane an' went a-strollin', Lookin' mighty pleased an' glad. Some folks don' know whut de mattah, But I do, you bet yo' life ; Sam'l smilin' an' a-singin' 'Case he been to see his wife. I I She live on de fu' plantation, Twenty miles erway er so ; But huh man is mighty happy W'en he git de chanst to go. Walkin' alius ain' de nices' — Mo'nin' fin's him on de way — comes back smilin', pleasure was his pay. t ^^-\r^V=«-^/- rw Den he do a heap o' talkin', Do' he mos'ly kin' o' still, But de vvo'ds, dey gits to runnin' Lak de watah fu' a mill. " Whut 's de use o' havin' trouhle, Whut's de use o' havin' strife?" Dai's de way dis Sam'l preaches Wen he been to see his wife. L*^ An' I reckon I git jealous, Fu' I laff an' joke an' scon. An' I say, " Oh, go on, Sam'l, Des go on, an' blow yo' ho'n." But 1 know dis comin' Sad'day, Dey '11 be brighter days in life ; An' I 11 be ez glad ez Sam'l Wen I go to see my wife. w*«^ You 'LL be wonderin' whut 's de reason I 's a grinnin' all de time, An' I guess you t'ink my sperits Mus' be feelin' mighty prime. Well, I 'fess up, I is tickled As a puppy at his paws. But you need n't think I 's crazy, I ain' laffin' 'dout a cause. 94 t ^""^^^ ^^ You s a wonderin' too, I reckon, Why I does n t seem to eat, An' I notice you a-Iookin' Lak you felt completely heat When 1 fuse to tek de hacon. An' don' settle on de ham. Don' you feel no feah erbout me, Jes' keep eatin', an' be cam. t f f Fu' I 's vvaitin' an' I 's watchin' 'Bout a little t'ing I see — D' othah night I 's out a-walkin' An' I passed a 'simmon tree. Now I s whettin' up my hongry, An' 1 s laffin' fit to kill, Fu' de fros' done turned de 'simmons. An' de possum s eat his fill. He done go'ged hisse'f owdacious, An' he stay in' by de tree ! Don' you know, ol' Mistah Possum Dat you gittin' fat fu' me? 'T ain't no use to try to 'spute it, 'Case I knows you 's gittin' sweet Wif dat 'simmon flavoh thoo you, So I 's waitin' fu' yo' meat. An' some ebenin' me an' Tovvsah Gwine to come an' mek a call, We jes' drap in onexpected Fu' to shek yo' ban', dat 's all. Oh, I knows dat you '11 be tickled, Seems lak I kin see you smile. So pu'haps I mought pu'suade you Fu' to visit us a wbile. LofC. T 'S boun' to see my gal to-night — Oh, lone de way, my dearie ! De moon ain't out, de stars ain't bright Oh, lone de way, my dearie ! Dis boss o' mine is pow'ful slow. But when I does git to yo' do' Yo' kiss 11 pay me back, an' mo', ^ Dough lone de way, my dearie. 100 De night is skeery-lak an' still — Oh, lone de way, my dearie ! 'Cept fu' dat mou'nful whippo'will — Oh, lone de way, my dearie ! De way so long wif dis slow pace, 'T 'u'd seem to me lak savin' grace 'as on a nearer place, lone de way, my dearie. _jt->-V«~v« I hyeah de hootin' of de owl — Oh, lone de way, my dearie ! I wish dat watch-dog would n't howl Oh, lone de way, my dearie ! An' evaht'ing, bofe right an' lef, Seem p'int'ly lak hit put itse'f In shape to skeer me half to def — Oh, lone de way, my dearie ! I whistles so 's I won't be feared — Oh, lone de way, my dearie ! But anyhow I 's kin' o' skeered, Fu' lone de way, my dearie. De sky been lookin' mighty glum. But you kin mek hit lighten some, Ef you '11 jes' say you 's glad I come, Dough lone de way, my dearie. CIUMMAH night an' sighin' breeze, liO 'Long de lovah's lane ; Frien'ly, sliadder-mekin' trees, 'Long de lovah's lane. White folks' wo'k all done up gran' — Me an' 'Mandy han'-in-han' Struttin' lak we owned de Ian' 'Long de lovah's lane. 1 ()() ? Owl a-settin' 'side de road, 'Long de lovah's lane, Lookin' at us lak he knowed Dis uz lovah's lane. Go on, hoot yo' mou'nful tune, You ain' nevah loved in June, An' come hidin' f'om de moon Down in lovah's lane. Bush it ben' an' nod an' sway, Down in lovah's lane, Try'n' to hyeah me whut I say 'Long de lovah's lane. But I whispahs low lak dis. An' my 'Mandy smile huh bliss Mistah Bush he shek his fis', Down in lovah's lane. t 4l^ I J Whut I keer ef day is long, Down in lovah's lane. I kin alius sing a song 'Long de lovah's lane. An' de wo'ds I hyeah an' say Meks up fu' de weary day Wen I 's stroUin' by de way, Down in lovah's lane. 107 I M^\ An' dis t'oiight will alius rise Down in lovah's lane : Wondah whetliah in de skies Dey s a lovah's lane. Ef dey ain t, I tell you true, 'Ligion do look mighty blue, 'Cause I do' know whut I d do 'Dout a lovah's lane. (, THE PHOTOGRAPH SEE dis pictyah in my han' ? Dat 's my gal ; Ain't she purty? goodness Ian' Huh name Sal. Dat 's de very way she be Kin' o' tickles me to see She sont me dis photygraph Jes' las' week ; An' aldough liit made me laugh My black cheek Felt somethin' a-runnin' queer ; Bless yo' soul, it was a tear Jes' f om wishin' she was here. Often when I 's all alone Layin' here, I git t'inkin' bout my own Sallie dear ; How she say dat I s huh beau, An' hit tickles me to know »fl»7J Some bright day I 's goin' back, Fo' de la ! An' ez sho' 's my face is black, Ax huh pa Fu' de blessed little miss Who 's a-smilin' out o' dis Pictyah, lak she wan'ed a kiss ! '^^'^^'^•'^ T^E breeze is blovvin' 'cross de bay. -*-^ My lady, my lady ; De ship hit teks me far away, My lady, my lady. Ole Mas' done sol' me down de stream ; Dey tell me 't ain't so bad 's hit seem, My lady, my lady. O' co'se I knows dat you '11 be true, My lady, my lady ; But den I do' know whut to do, My lady, my lady. I knowed some day we'd have to pa't. But den hit put' nigh breaks my hea't, My lady, my lady. De day is long, de night is black. My lady, my lady ; I know you 'II wait twell I come back. My lady, my lady. I '11 Stan' de ship, I '11 stan' de chain, But I '11 come back, my darlin' Jane, My lady, my lady. ^\ i \ Jr^nF^^j-^, Jes' wait, jes' b lieve in whut I say, My lady, my lady ; D' ain t nothin' dat kin keep me way. My lady, my lady. A man 's a man, an' love is love ; God knows ouah hea'ts, my little dove ; He'll he'p us fom his th'one above, My lady, my lady. ^ *-^ JES' lak toddy wahms you thoo' Sets yo' haid a reelin', Meks you ovah good and new, Dat 's de way I 's feelin'. Seems to me hit s summah time, Dough hit s wintah reely, I 's a feehn' jes' dat prime — An' huh name is Dely. Dis hyeah love's a cu'rus thing, Changes 'roun' de season, Meks you sad or meks you sing, 'Dout no urfly reason. Sometimes I go mopin' 'roun', Den agin I s leapin' ; Sperits alhis up an' down Even when I 's sleepin'. L*3Al Fu' de dreams comes to me den, An' dey keeps me pitchin', Lak de apple dumplin's w'en Bilin' in de kitchen. Some one sot to do me hahm, Tryin' to ovahcome me, Ketchin' Dely by de ahm So 's to tek huh f'om me. ^ I*I6I?- Mon, you bettah b'lieve I fights (Dough hit s on'y seemin') ; I 's a hittin' fu' my rights Even w'eii I 's dreamin'. But I 'd let you have 'em all, Give 'em to you freely, Good an' bad ones, great an' small, So s you leave me Dely. *•"-•♦. Dely got dem meltin' eyes. Big an' black an' tendah. Dely jes' a lady-size, Delikit an' slendah. Dely brown ez brown kin be An' huh haih is curly ; Oh, she look so sweet to me, — Bless de precious girlie ! Dely brown ez brown kin be, She ain' no mullatter ; She pure cullud, — don' you see Dat 's jes' whut 's de mattah? Dat's de why 1 love huh so, D' ain't no mix about huh, Soon 's you see huh face you know D' ain't no chanst to doubt huh. 122 ^'^0 9Q '^^ .^\^ A''^' ../ ,0 '^, A^^ '^. .^^' : ^'^J- V^ '^-o^X ^^^ "^^^ ^^ / ^^^'^ ' > .9 V* or « %ii >-~#^ ,•1 -r.. ^0°^ ,.■* >• '•*. n'*' \' , ^ .^^^- ■&'' A^ ■"*- ..c^' I V .^ •'i^. .<^' ■^ s- •^.- ^^ ^J. - oS >* ^.'^ >V ■i^. .<" ./.- C ^^" ^^. ..nN^' 'Z' Y ■■> f) ' c:"^ ^ ^■' f * %. aV = ^. 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