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Paul Laurence Dunbar - To The Eastern Shore
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I`S feelin` kin` o` lonesome in my little room to-night,
An` my min`s done los` de minutes an` de miles,
W`ile it teks me back a-flyin` to de country of delight,
Whaih de Chesapeake goes grumblin` er wid smiles.
Oh, de ol` plantation`s callin` to me,
Come, come back,
Hyeah`s de place fu` you to labouh an` to res`,
Fu` my sandy roads is gleamin` w`ile de city ways is black;
Come back, honey, case yo` country home is bes`.
I know de moon is shinin` down erpon de Eastern sho`,
An` de bay`s a-sayin` "Howdy" to de lan`;
An` de folks is all-a-settin` out erroun` de cabin do`,
Wid dey feet a-restin` in de silvah san`;
An` de ol` plantation`s callin` to me,
Come, oh, come,
F`om de life dat`s des` a-waihin` you erway,
F`om de trouble an` de bustle, an` de agernizin` hum
Dat de city keeps ergoin` all de day.
I`s tiahed of de city, tek me back to Sandy Side,
Whaih de po`est ones kin live an` play an` eat;
Whaih we draws a simple livin` f`om de fo`est an` de tide,
An` de days ah faih, an` evah night is sweet.
Fu` de ol` plantation`s callin` to me,
Come, oh, come.
An` de Chesapeake`s a-sayin` "Dat`s de t`ing,"
W`ile my little cabin beckons, dough his mouf is closed an` dumb,
I`s a-comin`, an` my hea`t begins to sing.
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