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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Old Cabin
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IN de dead of night I sometimes,
Git to t`inkin` of de pas` 
An` de days w`en slavery helt me
In my mis`ry — ha`d an` fas`.
Dough de time was mighty tryin`,
In dese houahs somehow hit seem
Dat a brightah light come slippin`
Thoo de kivahs of my dream.
An` my min` fu`gits de whuppins
Draps de feah o` block an` lash
An` flies straight to somep`n` joyful
In a secon`s lightnin` flash.
Den hit seems I see a vision
Of a dearah long ago
Of de childern tumblin` roun` me
By my rough ol` cabin do`.
Talk about yo` go`geous mansions
An` yo` big house great an` gran`,
Des bring up de fines` palace
Dat you know in all de lan`.
But dey`s somep`n` dearah to me,
Somep`n` faihah to my eyes
In dat cabin, less you bring me
To yo` mansion in de skies.
I kin see de light a-shinin`
Thoo de chinks atween de logs,
I kin hyeah de way-off bayin`
Of my mastah`s huntin` dogs,
An` de neighin` of de hosses
Stampin` on de ol` bahn flo`,
But above dese soun`s de laughin`
At my deah ol` cabin do`.
We would gethah daih at evenin`,
All my frien`s `ud come erroun`
An` hit wan`t no time, twell, bless you,
You could hyeah de banjo`s soun`.
You could see de dahkies dancin`
Pigeon wing an` heel an` toe, — 
Joyous times I tell you people
Roun` dat same ol` cabin do`.
But at times my t`oughts gits saddah,
Ez I riccolec` de folks,
An` dey frolickin` an` talkin`
Wid dey laughin` an` dey jokes.
An` hit hu`ts me w`en I membahs
Dat I`ll nevah see no mo` 
Dem ah faces gethered smilin`
Roun` dat po` ol` cabin do`.
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