Part 5 (2/2)
We's gwine ter dawnce dis eb'nin' sho', Ring, my bawnjer, ring!
Den hits up de road an' down de lane, Hurry, n.i.g.g.ah, you miss de train; De yaller gal she dawnce so neat, De yaller gal she look so sweet, Ring, my bawnjer, ring!
De moon come up, de sun go down, Sing, my bawnjer, sing!
De n.i.g.g.ahs am all come f'um town, Ring, my bawnjer, ring!
Den hits roun' de hill an' froo de fiel'-- Lookout dar, n.i.g.g.ah, doan' you steal!
De milyuns on dem vines am green, De moon am bright, O you'll be seen, Ring, my bawnjer, ring!
OL' DOC' HYAR
Ur ol' Hyar lib in ur house on de hill, He hunner yurs ol' an' nebber wuz ill; He yurs dee so long an' he eyes so beeg, An' he laigs so spry dat he dawnce ur jeeg; He lib so long dat he know ebbry tings 'Bout de beas'ses dat walks an' de bu'ds dat sings-- Dis Ol' Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill.
He doctah fur all de beas'ses an' bu'ds-- He put on he specs an' he use beeg wu'ds, He feel dee pu's' den he look mighty wise, He pull out he watch an' he shet bofe eyes; He grab up he hat an' grab up he cane, Den--”blam!” go de do'--he gone lak de train, Dis Ol' Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill.
Mistah Ba'r fall sick--dee sont fur Doc' Hyar, ”O, Doctah, come queeck, an' see Mr. B'ar; He mighty nigh daid des sho' ez you b'on!”
”Too much ur young peeg, too much ur green co'n,”
Ez he put on he hat, said Ol' Doc' Hyar; ”I'll tek 'long meh lawnce, an' lawnce Mistah B'ar,”
Said Ol' Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill.
Mistah B'ar he groaned, Mistah B'ar he growled, W'ile de ol' Miss B'ar an' de chillen howled; Doctah Hyar tuk out he sha'p li'l lawnce, An' pyu'ced Mistah B'ar twel he med him prawnce Den grab up he hat an' grab up he cane ”Blam!” go de do' an' he gone lak de train, Dis Ol' Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill.
But de vay naix day Mistah B'ar he daid; Wen dee tell Doc' Hyar, he des scratch he haid: ”Ef pahsons git well ur pahsons git wu's, Money got ter come een de Ol' Hyar's pu's; Not wut folkses does, but fur wut dee know Does de folkses git paid”--an' Hyar larfed low, Dis Ol' Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een de mighty fine house on de mighty high hill!
WHEN OL' SIS' JUDY PRAY
When ol' Sis' Judy pray, De teahs come stealin' down my cheek, De voice ur G.o.d widin me speak'; I see myse'f so po' an' weak, Down on my knees de cross I seek, When ol' Sis' Judy pray.
When ol' Sis' Judy pray, De thun'ers ur Mount Sin-a-i Comes rus.h.i.+n' down f'um up on high-- De Debbil tu'n his back an' fly While sinnahs loud fur pa'don cry, When ol' Sis' Judy pray.
When ol' Sis' Judy pray, Ha'd sinnahs trimble in dey seat Ter hyuh huh voice in sorro 'peat; (While all de chu'ch des sob an' weep) ”O Shepa'd, dese, dy po' los' sheep!”
When ol' Sis' Judy pray.
When ol' Sis' Judy pray, De whole house hit des rock an' moan Ter see huh teahs an' hyuh huh groan; Dar's somepin' in Sis' Judy's tone Dat melt all ha'ts dough med ur stone When ol' Sis' Judy pray.
When ol' Sis' Judy pray, Salvation's light comes pourin' down-- Hit fill de chu'ch an' all de town-- Why, angels' robes go rustlin' 'roun', An' hebben on de Yurf am foun', When ol' Sis' Judy pray.
When ol' Sis' Judy pray, My soul go sweepin' up on wings, An' loud de chu'ch wid ”Glory!” rings, An' wide de gates ur Jahsper swings Twel you hyuh ha'ps wid golding strings, When ol' Sis' Judy pray.
COMPENSATION
O, rich young lord, thou ridest by With looks of high disdain; It chafes me not thy t.i.tle high, Thy blood of oldest strain.
The lady riding at thy side Is but in name thy promised bride, Ride on, young lord, ride on!
Her father wills and she obeys, The custom of her cla.s.s; 'Tis Land not Love the trothing sways-- For Land he sells his la.s.s.
Her fair white hand, young lord, is thine, Her _soul_, proud fool, her _soul_ is mine, Ride on, young lord, ride on!
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