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Paul Laurence Dunbar - In the Morning
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`LIAS! `Lias! Bless de Lawd!
Don` you know de day`s erbroad?
Ef you don` git up, you scamp,
Dey`ll be trouble in dis camp.
Tink I gwine to let you sleep
W`ile I meks yo` boa`d an` keep?
Dat`s a putty howdy-do— 
Don` you hyeah me, `Lias —you?

Bet ef I come crost dis flo`
You won’ fin’ no time to sno`
Daylight all a-shinin’ in
W`ile you sleep —w`y hit`s a sin!
Aint de can`le-light enough
To bu`n out widout a snuff,
But you go de mo`nin` thoo
Bu`nin` up de daylight too?

`Lias, don’ you hyeah me call?
No use tu`nin` to`ds de wall;
I kin hyeah dat mattuss squeak;
Don` you hyeah me w’en I speak? 
Dis hyeah clock done struck off six-
Ca`line, bring me dem ah sticks!
Oh, you down, suh; huh, you down—
Look hyeah, don` you daih to frown.

Ma`ch yo`se`f an wash yo` face,
Don` you splattah all de place;
I got somep`n else to do, 
`Sides jes` cleanin` aftah you.
Tek dat comb an` fix yo` haid!—
Looks jes’ lak a feddah baid.
Look hyeah, boy, I let you see
You sha` n`t roll yo` eyes at me.

Come hyeah; bring me dat ah strap!
Boy, I`ll whup you `twell you drap;
You done felt yo’se’f too strong,
An` you sholy got me wrong.
Set down at dat table thaih;
Jes` you whimpah ef you daih!
Evah mo`nin` on dis place,
Seem lak I mus` lose my grace.

Fol` yo` han`s an` bow yo` haid—
Wait ontwell de blessin` `s said;
"Lawd, have mussy on ouah souls—"
(Don` you daih to tech dem rolls—)
"Bless de food we gwine to eat—"
(You set still —I see yo` feet;
You jes` try dat trick agin!)
"Gin us peace an` joy. Amen!"
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