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'. Needn'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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE HYMNARY: 324. WHITSUNTIDE by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN INACCESSIBILITY IN THE BATTLEFIELD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |