My Sweet Brown Gal
W’en de clouds is hangin’ heavy in de sky,An’ de win’s ‘s a-taihin’ moughty vig’rous by,I don’ go a-sighin’ all erlong de way;I des’ wo’k a-waitin’ fu’ de close o’ day.
Case I knows w’en evenin’ draps huh shadders down,I won’ care a smidgeon fu’ de weathah’s frown;Let de rain go splashin’, let de thundah raih,Dey ‘s a happy sheltah, an’ I ‘s goin’ daih.
Down in my ol’ cabin wa’m ez mammy’s toas’,‘Taters in de fiah layin’ daih to roas’;No one daih to cross me, got no talkin’ pal,But I ‘s got de comp’ny o’ my sweet brown gal.
So I spen’s my evenin’ listenin’ to huh sing,Lak a blessid angel; how huh voice do ring!Sweetah den a bluebird flutterin’ erroun’,W’en he sees de steamin’ o’ de new ploughed groun’.
Den I hugs huh closah, closah to my breas’.Need n’t sing, my da’lin’, tek you’ hones’ res’.Does I mean Malindy, Mandy, Lize er Sal?No, I means my fiddle-dat’s my sweet brown gal!