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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The News
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Whut dat you whisperin` keepin` f`om me?
  Don`t shut me out `cause I `s ol` an` can`t see.
  Somep`n`s gone wrong dat `s a-causin` you dread,--
  Don`t be afeared to tell--Whut! mastah dead?

  Somebody brung de news early to-day,--
  One of de sojers he led, do you say?
  Did n`t he foller whah ol` mastah lead?
  How kin he live w`en his leadah is dead?

  Let me lay down awhile, dah by his bed;
  I wants to t`ink,--hit ain`t cleah in my head:--
  Killed while a-leadin` his men into fight,--
  Dat `s whut you said, ain`t it, did I hyeah right?

  Mastah, my mastah, dead dah in de fiel`?
  Lif me up some,--dah, jes` so I kin kneel.
  I was too weak to go wid him, dey said,
  Well, now I `ll--fin` him--so--mastah is dead.

  Yes, suh, I `s comin` ez fas` ez I kin,--
  Twas kin` o` da`k, but hit `s lightah agin:
  P`omised yo` pappy I `d allus tek keer
  Of you,--yes, mastah,--I `s follerin`,--hyeah!
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