FU' de peace o' my eachin' heels, set down; Don' fiddle dat chune no mo'. Don' you see how dat melody stuhs me up An' baigs me to tek to de flo'? You knows I 's a Christian, good an' strong; I wusship f'om June to June; My pra'ahs dey ah loud an' my hymns ah long: I baig you don' fiddle dat chune. I 's a crick in my back an' a misery hyeah Whaih de j'ints 's gittin' ol' an' stiff, But hit seems lak you brings me de bref o' my youf; W'y, I 's suttain I noticed a w'iff. Don' fiddle dat chune no mo', my chile, Don' fiddle dat chune no mo'; I'll git up an' taih up dis groun' fu' a mile, An' den I'll be chu'ched fu' it, sho'. Oh, fiddle dat chune some mo', I say, An' fiddle it loud an' fas': I 's a youngstah ergin in de mi'st o' my sin; De p'esent 's gone back to de pas'. I'll dance to dat chune, so des fiddle erway; I knows how de backslidah feels; So fiddle it on 'twell de break o' de day Fu' de sake o' my eachin' heels. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. HELIOTROPE by HARRY THURSTON PECK THE PASSIONATE MAN'S PILGRIMAGE by WALTER RALEIGH FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN THE BRIDE AND GROOM by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS |