UNCLE NED AN’ DE MOCKIN’ BIRD.
Bruddah Mocking Bird,
Yo’s moighty lazy.
Yo’ doan’ do nufin’
But sing dat song,
Till de daylight’s gone
An’ de night cum ’long.
Er coon has got to hoe an’ hoe,
Till de sinkin’ sun
Tells de day to go.
Lawd, but yo’ sing
So pow’ful sweet!
Perched up dah,
In yo’ leafy seat.
Is yo’ lonesum?
Does yo’ hea’t feel sad?
’Pears to me
Dat yo’ soul feels glad.
Ez Ise wockin’ hard,
Sweet ez de cloveah
Yo’ song
Floats obeah,
Way in de co’nfield
Whah de medlark sings,
Up in de bough
Ub de tree it clings.
Yo’ nebah wock
But yo’ bread is sho’,
Out in de yahd;
’Fo’ ebbry do’,
Sum kine han’
Th’ows de little crum!
Kaze dey kno’ fo’ sho’
Dat yo’ boun’ to cum.
De good Samaritan
Part dey play.
Let yo’ go ’way?
Hungry? No!
Dey nebah wood,
Kase de Lawd wood say
Dat dey wasn’t good.
I kinedah lak
To hyeah yo’ sing,
Ef yo’ is too lazy
To flop yo’ wing,
Sing on,
Fill de worl’ wid song.
I mus’ be gittin’
Mah wock er long.
