@3OH, de yaller, muddy, lazy, ol' Savannah, A-swingin' an' a-singin' to de sea— A-swingin' pas' de cabin o' mah childhood, A-singin' to de happy heart o' me!@1 De preacher all time preachin' 'bout de Jurdan— I lissens wid respeck to whut he say ... Good Baptises is boun' to be respeckful, 'Cause dey got to git to Heaven de river way! So I don' do no 'sputin' 'bout de Jurdan— Naw, I don' give de preacher no back talk, But ... I keeps wonderin' whut he know 'bout rivers, 'Cause dey ain't no wuth-while rivers roun' New Yawk! De Hudson and de Harlem bofe is @3rivers—@1 At leas' de folks around heah calls 'em so, But ef dey jes' could see de ol' Savannah, Dey wouldn't call @3dem@1 rivers—not no mo'! Believe me, man, dat is a sho-nuff river! Cyarn' skyurcely see acrost it, so wide! An' @3deep!@1 Dat river jes' ain' got no bottom— Leas' dey ain' foun' it yet, de ones whut tried! @3Is it got fish?@1 You make me laugh, man! It's de fishinest river dat you ever see! Jes' drap yo' hook—don' skyurcely haf to bait it, An' you got fish fo' dinner, believe @3me!@1 Braggin'? Who-@3me?@1 How come you sesso? Nossuh, @3I@1 ain' no han' fo' braggin'—not a-tall! But—scusin', mebbe, of de river Jurdan, De ol' Savannah River beats 'em all! How come I lef' it, den, you ups an' ax me? Why, Lawsy! me, mahself, don't skyurcely know! De young, dey wanders—always seekin', seekin'— But home is whah de ol' ones wants to go! @3Oh, de yaller, muddy, lazy, ol' Savannah, A-swingin' an' a-singin' to de sea— I heah it singin' still an' still a-callin', A-callin' to de homesick heart o' me!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON THE OLD ENEMY by SARA TEASDALE ON A CARRIER WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE MIRANDA'S SUPPER (VIRGINIA, 1866) by ELINOR WYLIE AT PARTING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |