MY frand, you have been kind To me een manny way. You tal me I weell find Da gooda wife som' day; "Som' girl weell com' along," You say, "an' smile on you -- Dat's her!" But som'theeng's wrong; Eet ain'ta comin' true. I am afraid I need Som' othra kind of sign Dat I can easy read An' know da girl ees mine. Eef only dere would be Som' seemple kind of treeck For know she's mash weeth me I sure would grab her queeck! Eh? Sure, you bat my life! Dere's som' have smiled; but w'en I ask: "You be my wife?" Dey start to smile agen. You theenk dat pleasa me An' mak' me glad an' proud? Ah! no, my frand; you see, Dey smile too blama loud! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS [MAY 9, 1775] by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ISRAEL AND HELLAS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |