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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Hunting Song
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Tek a cool night, good an` cleah,
      Skiff o` snow upon de groun`;
    Jes` `bout fall-time o` de yeah
      W`en de leaves is dry an brown;
    Tek a dog an` tek a axe,
      Tek a lantu`n in yo` han`,
    Step light whah de switches cracks,
      Fu` dey `s huntin` in de lan`.
  Down thoo de valleys an` ovah de hills,
    Into de woods whah de `simmon-tree grows,
  Wakin` an` skeerin` de po` whippo`wills,
    Huntin` fu` coon an` fu` `possum we goes.

    Blow dat ho`n dah loud an` strong,
      Call de dogs an` da`kies neah;
    Mek its music cleah an` long,
      So de folks at home kin hyeah.
    Blow it twell de hills an` trees
      Sen`s de echoes tumblin` back;
    Blow it twell de back`ard breeze
      Tells de folks we `s on de track.
  Coons is a-ramblin` an` `possums is out;
    Look at dat dog; you could set on his tail!
  Watch him now--steady,--min`--what you `s about,
    Bless me, dat animal`s got on de trail!

    Listen to him ba`kin now!
      Dat means bus`ness, sho `s you bo`n;
    Ef he`s struck de scent I `low
      Dat ere `possum`s sholy gone.
    Knowed dat dog fu` fo`teen yeahs,
      An` I nevah seed him fail
    Wen he sot dem flappin` eahs
      An` went off upon a trail.
  Run, Mistah `Possum, an` run, Mistah Coon,
    No place is safe fu` yo` ramblin` to-night;
  Mas` gin` de lantu`n an` God gin de moon,
    An` a long hunt gins a good appetite.

    Look hyeah, folks, you hyeah dat change?
      Dat ba`k is sha`per dan de res`.
    Dat ere soun` ain`t nothin` strange,--
      Dat dog`s talked his level bes`.
    Somep`n` `s treed, I know de soun`.
      Dah now,--wha `d I tell you? see!
    Dat ere dog done run him down;
      Come hyeah, he`p cut down dis tree.
  Ah, Mistah `Possum, we got you at las`--
    Need n`t play daid, laying dah on de groun`;
  Fros` an` de `simmons has made you grow fas`,--
    Won`t he be fine when he`s roasted up brown!
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