Jilted
Lucy done gone back on me,Dat’s de way wif life.Evaht’ing was movin’ free,T’ought I had my wife.Den some dahky comes along,Sings my gal a little song,Since den, evaht’ing’s gone wrong,Evah day dey ‘s strife.
Did n’t answeh me to-day,Wen I called huh name,Would you t’ink she ‘d ac’ dat wayWen I ain’t to blame?Dat ‘s de way dese women do,Wen dey fin’s a fellow true,Den dey ‘buse him thoo an’ thoo;Well, hit ‘s all de same.
Somep’n’s wrong erbout my lung,An’ I ‘s glad hit ‘s so.Doctah says ‘at I ‘ll die young,Well, I wants to go!Whut ‘s de use o’ livin’ hyeah,Wen de gal you loves so deah,Goes back on you clean an’ cleah—I sh’d like to know?