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Paul Laurence Dunbar - A Spring Wooing
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Come on walkin` wid me, Lucy; `t ain`t no time to mope erroun`
    Wen de sunshine `s shoutin` glory in de sky,
  An` de little Johnny-Jump-Ups `s jes` a-springin` f`om de groun`,
    Den a-lookin` roun` to ax each othah w`y.
  Don` you hyeah dem cows a-mooin`? Dat `s dey howdy to de spring;
    Ain` dey lookin` most oncommon satisfied?
  Hit `s enough to mek a body want to spread dey mouf an` sing
    Jes` to see de critters all so spa`klin`-eyed.

  W`y dat squir`l dat jes` run past us, ef I did n` know his tricks,
    I could swaih he `d got `uligion jes` to-day;
  An` dem liza`ds slippin` back an` fofe ermong de stones an` sticks
    Is a-wigglin` `cause dey feel so awful gay.
  Oh, I see yo` eyes a-shinin` dough you try to mek me b`lieve
    Dat you ain` so monst`ous happy `cause you come;
  But I tell you dis hyeah weathah meks it moughty ha`d to `ceive
    Ef a body`s soul ain` blin` an` deef an` dumb.

  Robin whistlin` ovah yandah ez he buil` his little nes`;
    Whut you reckon dat he sayin` to his mate?
  He`s a-sayin` dat he love huh in de wo`ds she know de bes`,
    An` she lookin` moughty pleased at whut he state.
  Now, Miss Lucy, dat ah robin sholy got his sheer o` sense,
    An` de hen-bird got huh mothah-wit fu` true;
  So I t`ink ef you `ll ixcuse me, fu` I do` mean no erfence,
    Dey `s a lesson in dem birds fu` me an` you.

  I `s a-buil`in` o` my cabin, an` I `s vines erbove de do`
    Fu` to kin` o` gin it sheltah f`om de sun;
  Gwine to have a little kitchen wid a reg`lar wooden flo`,
    An` dey `ll be a back verandy w`en hit `s done.
  I `s a-waitin` fu` you, Lucy, tek de `zample o` de birds,
    Dat `s a-lovin` an` a-matin` evahwhaih.
  I cain` tell you dat I loves you in de robin`s music wo`ds,
    But my cabin `s talkin` fu` me ovah thaih!
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