A Love Letter
Oh, I des received a letter f’om de sweetest little gal;Oh, my; oh, my.She’s my lovely little sweetheart an’ her name is Sal:Oh, my; oh, my.She writes me dat she loves me an’ she loves me true,She wonders ef I’ll tell huh dat I loves huh, too;An’ my heaht’s so full o’ music dat I do’ know what to do;Oh, my; oh, my.
I got a man to read it an’ he read it fine;Oh, my; oh, my.Dey ain’ no use denying dat her love is mine;Oh, my; oh, my.But hyeah’s de t’ing dat’s puttin’ me in such a awful plight,I t’ink of huh at mornin’ an’ I dream of huh at night;But how’s I gwine to cou’t huh w’en I do’ know how to write?Oh, my; oh, my.
My heaht is bubblin’ ovah wid de t’ings I want to say;Oh, my; oh, my.An’ dey’s lots of folks to copy what I tell ’em fu’ de pay;Oh, my; oh, my.But dey’s t’ings dat I’s a-t’inkin’ dat is only fu’ huh ears,An’ I couldn’t lu’n to write ’em ef I took a dozen years;So to go down daih an’ tell huh is de only way, it ‘pears;Oh, my; oh, my.