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Paul Laurence Dunbar - A Christmas Folksong
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DE win` is blowin` wahmah,
An hit`s blowin` f`om de bay;
Dey`s a so`t o` mist a-risin`
All erlong de meddah way;
Dey ain`t a hint o` frostin`
On de groun` ner in de sky,
An` dey ain`t no use in hopin`
Dat de snow`ll `mence to fly.
It`s goin` to be a green Christmas,
An` sad de day fu` me.
I wish dis was de las` one
Dat evah I should see.
Dey`s dancin` in de cabin,
Dey`s spahkin` by de tree;
But dancin` times an` spahkin`
Are all done pas` fur me.
Dey`s feastin` in de big house,
Wid all de windahs wide — 
Is dat de way fu` people
To meet de Christmas-tide?
It`s goin` to be a green Christmas,
No mattah what you say.
Dey`s us dat will remembah
An` grieve de comin` day.
Dey`s des a bref o` dampness
A-clingin` to my cheek;
De aih`s been dahk an` heavy
An` threatenin` fu` a week,
But not wid signs o` wintah,
Dough wintah`d seem so deah — 
De wintah`s out o` season,
An` Christmas eve is heah.
It`s goin` to be a green Christmas,
An` oh, how sad de day! 
Go ax de hongry chu`chya`d,
An` see what hit will say.
Dey`s Allen on de hillside,
An` Marfy in de plain;
Fu` Christmas was like springtime,
An` come wid sun an` rain.
Dey`s Ca`line, John, an` Susie,
Wid only dis one lef`:
An` now de curse is comin`
Wid murder in hits bref.
It`s goin` to be a green Christmas — 
Des hyeah my words an` see:
Befo` de summah beckons
Dey`s many`ll weep wid me.
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