Poetry Archives

Standin’ at de winder,
  Feelin’ kind o’ glum,
Listenin’ to de raindrops
  Play de kettle drum,
Lookin’ crost de medders
  Swimmin’ lak a sea;
Lawd ‘a’ mussy on us,
  What’s de good o’ me?

Can’t go out a-hoein’,
  Wouldn’t ef I could;
Groun’ too wet fu’ huntin’,
  Fishin’ ain’t no good.
Too much noise fo’ sleepin’,
  No one hyeah to chat;
Des mus’ stan’ an’ listen
  To dat pit-a-pat.

Hills is gittin’ misty,,
  Valley’s gittin’ dahk;
Watch-dog’s ‘mence a-howlin’,
  Rathah have ’em ba’k
Dan a-moanin’ solemn
  Somewhaih out o’ sight;
Rain-crow des a-chucklin’—
  Dis is his delight.

Mandy, bring my banjo,
  Bring de chillen in,
Come in f’om de kitchen,
   I feel sick ez sin.
Call in Uncle Isaac,
   Call Aunt Hannah, too,
Tain’t no use in talkin’,
   Chile, I’s sholy blue.