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James Whitcomb Riley - When De Folks Is GoneJames Whitcomb Riley - When De Folks Is Gone
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What dat scratchin` at de kitchin do`? Done heah`n dat foh an hour er mo`! Tell you Mr. Niggah, das sho`s yo` bo`n, Hit`s mighty lonesome waitin` when de folks is gone! Blame my trap! How de wind do blow! An` dis is das de night foh de witches, sho`! Dey`s trouble gon` to waste when de old slut whine, An` you heah de cat a-spittin` when de moon don`t shine! Chune my fiddle, an` de bridge go "bang!" An` I lef` `er right back whah she allus hang, An` de tribble snap short an` de apern split When dey no mortal man wah a-tetchin` hit! Dah! Now, what? How de ole j`ice cracks! `Spec` dis house, ef hit tell plain fac`s, `Ud talk about de ha`nts wid dey long tails on What das`n`t on`y come when de folks is gone! What I tuk an` done ef a sho`-nuff ghos` Pop right up by de ole bed-pos`? What dat shinin` fru de front do` crack...? God bress de Lo`d! Hit`s de folks got back!
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