Oh, my little Sadie Sue, I's a-serenadin' you -- Fer you's de onliest lady-love o' mine; De White Folk's dance done over, I has still a chune er two Below your winder's mohnin'-glory-vine. Your good ole mammy's gyarden is, fer shore, a ha'nted place, Dis midnight whilse I's cropin' 'mongst de bloom; Yit de moon dah 'bove de chimbly ain' no fairer dan de face What's hidin' 'hind de curtain o' your room. @3Chorus@1 Den wake, my colored blonde with eyes o' blue, An' lips ez red ez roses renshed with dew; Yo' hair ez fair an' fine Ez de skeins o' June sunshine, My little, light-complected Sadie Sue! In de "Gran's" old dinin'-hall, playin' fer de White Folk's ball, I watch deir pick o' ladies ez dey glide, An' says I, "My Sadie Sue she 'ud shorely best you all Ef she 'uz here a-waltzin' by my side!" Den I laugh all to myse'f-like, ez I swipe de twangin' strings An' shet my eyes in sweetest dreams o' you, -- Fer you're my heart's own music dat forever beats an' sings -- My soul's own serenade -- my Sadie Sue! @3Chorus@1 Den wake, my colored blonde with eyes o' blue, An' lips ez red ez roses renshed with dew; Yo' hair ez fair an' fine Ez de skeins o' June sunshine, My little, light-complected Sadie Sue! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN COMFORT IN AFFLICTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN AUTUMN by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY SEA RHAPSODY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT, LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |