The Photograph
See dis pictyah in my han’?Dat’s my gal;Ain’t she purty? goodness lan’!Huh name Sal.Dat’s de very way she be—Kin’ o’ tickles me to seeHuh a-smilin’ back at me.
She sont me dis photygraphJes’ las’ week;An’ aldough hit made me laugh—My black cheekFelt somethin’ a-runnin’ queer;Bless yo’ soul, it was a tearJes’ f’om wishin’ she was here.
Often when I ‘s all aloneLayin’ here,I git t’inkin’ ’bout my ownSallie dear;How she say dat I ‘s huh beau,An’ hit tickles me to knowDat de gal do love me so.
Some bright day I ‘s goin’ back,Fo’ de la!An’ ez sho’ ‘s my face is black,Ax huh paFu’ de blessed little missWho ‘s a-smilin’ out o disPictyah, lak she wan’ed a kiss!