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Paul Laurence Dunbar - A Confidence
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UNCLE JOHN, he makes me tired;
Thinks `at he`s jest so all-fired
Smart, `at he kin pick up, so,
Ever`thing he wants to know.
Tried to ketch me up last night,
But you bet I wouldn`t bite.
I jest kep` the smoothes` face,
But I led him sich a chase,
Couldn`t corner me, you bet —
I skipped all the traps he set.
Makin` out he wan`ed to know
Who was this an` that girl`s beau;
So`s he`d find out, don`t you see,
Who was goin` `long with me.
But I answers jest ez sly,
An` I never winks my eye,
Tell he hollers with a whirl, 
"Look here, ain`t you got a girl?"
Y` ought `o seen me spread my eyes,
Like he`d took me by surprise,
An` I said, "Oh, Uncle John,
Never thought o` havin` one."
An` somehow that seemed to tickle
Him an` he shelled out a nickel.
Then you ought to seen me leave
Jest a-laffin` in my sleeve.
Fool him — well, I guess I did;
He ain`t on to this here kid.
Got a girl! well, I guess yes,
Got a dozen more or less,
But I got one reely one,
Not no foolin` ner no fun;
Fur I`m sweet on her, you see,
An` I ruther guess `at she
Must be kinder sweet on me,
So we`re keepin` company.
Honest Injun! this is true,
Ever` word I`m tellin` you!
But you won`t be sich a scab
Ez to run aroun` an` blab. 
Mebbe `t ain`t the way with you,
But you know some fellers do.
Spoils a girl to let her know
`At you talk about her so.
Don`t you know her? her name`s Liz,
Nicest girl in town she is.
Purty? oh, git out, you gilly —
Liz `ud purt `nigh knock you silly.
Y` ought `o see her when she`s dressed
All up in her Sunday best,
All the fellers nudgin` me,
An` a-whisperin`, gemunee!
Betcher life `at I feel proud
When she passes by the crowd.
`T`s kinder nice to be a-goin`
With a girl `at makes some showin` —
One you know `at hain`t no snide,
Makes you feel so satisfied.
An` I`ll tell you she`s a trump,
Never even seen her jump
Like some silly girls `ud do,
When I`d hide and holier "Boo!"
She`d jest laff an` say "Git out! 
What you hollerin` about?"
When some girls `ud have a fit
That `un don`t git skeered a bit,
Never makes a bit o` row
When she sees a worm er cow.
Them kind`s few an` far between;
Bravest girl I ever seen.
Tell you `nuther thing she`ll do,
Mebbe you won`t think it`s true,
But if she`s jest got a dime
She `ll go halvers ever` time.
Ah, you goose, you needn`t laff;
That`s the kinder girl to have. 
If you knowed her like I do,
Guess you`d kinder like her too.
Tell you somep`n` if you`ll swear
You won`t tell it anywhere.
Oh, you got to cross yer heart
Earnest, truly, `fore I start.
Well, one day I kissed her cheek;
Gee, but I felt cheap an` weak,
`Cause at first she kinder flared,
`N`, gracious goodness! I was scared. 
But I needn`t been, fer la!
Why, she never told her ma.
That`s what I call grit, don`t you?
Sich a girl`s worth stickin` to.
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