W’en de clouds is hangin’
heavy in de sky,
An’ de win’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!

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