DO' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin'
thoo,
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WHO dat knockin' at de do'?
Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho!
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Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Come to yo' pappy an
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Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,
Frost a-comin' in de night,
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Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;
I look far out into the pregnant night,
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Dey is times in life when Nature
Seems to slip a cog&
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Seen my lady home las' night,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
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I've been list'nin' to them lawyers
In the court house up the street,
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They please me not-- these solemn songs
That hint of sermons covered up.
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I like to hear of wealth and gold,
And El Doradoes in their glory;
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He was a poet who wrote clever verses,
And folks said he had a fine poetical taste;
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"I am but clay," the sinner plead,
Who fed each vain desire.
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Ah, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days,
Such days as thou, not even thou didst know,
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A hush is over all the teeming lists,
And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;
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If I could but forget
The fullness of those first sweet days,
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It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
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I have seen peoples come and go
Alike the Ocean'd ebb and flow;
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The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
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When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes,
And her brows are half uplifted in a nicely feigned surprise
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I am the mother of sorrows,
I am the ender of grief;
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There is a heaven, for ever, day by day,
The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so.
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OH, who is the Lord of the land of life,
When hotly goes the fray?
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DEY was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot;
De pot was des a-bilin' an' de skillet sho' was hot.
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DOLLY sits a-quilting by her mother, stitch by stich,
Gracious, how my pulses throb, how my fingers itch,
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A LITTLE bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
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Why was it that the thunder voice of Fate
Should call thee, studious, from the classic groves,
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GOODNIGHT, my love, for I have dreamed of thee,
In walking dreams, until my soul is lost —
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If thro' the sea of night which here summons me,
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When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel,
An' you 'mence to feel a ticklin' in yo' toe an' in yo' heel;
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When I come in f'om de co'n-fiel' aftah wo'kin' ha'd all day,
It 's amazin' nice to fin' my suppah all erpon de way;
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