A Plantation Ditty

by Frank Lebby Stanton

De gray owl sing fum de chimbly top:   “Who—who—is—you-oo?” En I say: “Good Lawd, hit’s des po ’me, En I ain’t quite ready fer de Jasper Sea; I ’m po’ en sinful, en you ’lowed I ’d be;   Oh, wait, good Lawd, ’twell ter-morror!” De gray owl sing fum de cypress tree:   “Who—who—is—you-oo?” En I say: “Good Lawd, ef you look you ’ll see Hit ain’t nobody but des po’ me, En I like ter stay ’twell my time is free;   Oh, wait, good Lawd, ’twell ter-morror!”

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