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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Memory Of Martha
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OUT in de night a sad bird moans,
An`, oh, but hit`s moughty lonely;
Times I kin sing, but mos` I groans,
Fu` oh, but hit`s moughty lonely!
Is you sleepin` well dis evenin`, Marfy, deah?
W`en I calls you f`om de cabin, kin you hyeah?
`T ain`t de same ol` place to me,
Nuffin` `s lak hit used to be,
W`en I knowed dat you was allus some`ers near.
Down by de road de shadders grows,
An`, oh, but hit`s moughty lonely;
Seem lak de ve`y moonlight knows,
An`, oh, but hit`s moughty lonely!
Does you know, I`s cryin` fu` you, oh, my wife?
Does you know dey ain`t no joy no mo` in life? 
An` my only t`ought is dis, 
Dat I`s honin` fu` de bliss
Fu` to quit dis groun` o` worriment an` strife. 
Dah on de baid my banjo lays,
An`, oh, but hit`s moughty lonely;
Can`t even sta`t a chune o` praise,
An`, oh, but hit`s moughty lonely!
Oh, hit`s moughty slow a-waitin` hyeah below.
Is you watchin` fu` me, Marfy, at de do`?
Ef you is, in spite o` sin,
Dey`ll be sho` to let me in, 
W`en dey sees yo` face a-shinin`, den dey`ll know.
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