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Paul Laurence Dunbar - My Sweet Brown Gal
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W`EN de clouds is hangin` heavy in de sky,
An` de win`s `s a-taihin` moughty vig`rous by,
I don` go a-sighin` all erlong de way;
I des` wo`k a-waitin` fu` de close o` day.
Case I knows w`en evenin` draps huh shadders down,
I won` care a smidgeon fu` de weathah`s frown;
Let de rain go splashin`, let de thundah raih,
Dey`s a happy sheltah, an` I`s goin` daih.
Down in my ol` cabin wa`m ez mammy`s toas`,
`Taters in de fiah layin` daih to roas`;
No one daih to cross me, got no talkin` pal
But I`s got de comp`ny o` my sweet brown gal.
So I spen`s my evenin` listenin` to huh sing,
Lak a blessid angel; how huh voice do ring!
Sweetah den a bluebird flutterin` erroun`,
W`en he sees de steamin` o` de new ploughed groun`.
Den I hugs huh closah, closah to my breas`.
Need n`t sing, my da`lin`, tek you` hones` res`.
Does I mean Malindy, Mandy, Lize er Sal?
No, I means my fiddle—dat`s my sweet brown gal!
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