The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Li'l' Gal

212172The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar — Li'l' GalPaul Laurence Dunbar

LI'L' GAL

Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low.
         Li'l' gal,
An' de mockin' bird is singin' in de locus' by de do',
         Li'l' gal;
Dere 's a hummin' an' a bummin' in de lan' f'om eas' to wes',
I 's a-sighin' fu' you, honey, an' I nevah know no res'.
Fu' dey 's lots o' trouble brewin' an' a-stewin' in my breas',
         Li'l' gal.

Whut 's de mattah wid de weathah, whut's de mattah wid de breeze,
         Li'l' gal?
Whut 's de mattah wid de locus' dat 's a-singin' in de trees,
         Li'l' gal?
W'y dey knows dey ladies love 'em, an' dey knows dey love 'em true,
An' dey love 'em back, I reckon, des' lak I 's a-lovin' you;
Dat 's de reason dey 's a-weavin' an' a-sighin', thoo an' thoo,
         Li'l' gal.

Don't you let no da'ky fool you 'cause de clo'es he waihs is fine,
         Li'l' gal.
Dey 's a hones' hea't a-beatin' unnerneaf dese rags o' mine,
         Li'l' gal.
Cose dey ain' no use in mockin' whut de birds an' weathah do,
But I 's so'y I cain't 'spress it w'en I knows I loves you true,
Dat 's de reason I 's a-sighin' an' a-singin now fu' you,
         Li'l' gal.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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