W’ile I’m t’inkin’
you is lahnin’ in de school, why bless ma soul!
You off in de woods a-playin’.
Can’t you do like you is tole?
Boy, I tell you, it’s
jes scan’lous d’way dat you is goin’
on.
An’ you sholy go’n
be sorry, jes as true as you is bo’n.
Heah I’m tryin’
hard to raise you as a credit to dis race,
An’ you tryin’
heap much harder fu’ to come up in disgrace.
Dese de days w’en men
don’t git up to de top by hooks an’ crooks;
Tell you now, dey’s
got to git der standin’ on a pile o’ books.
W’en you sees a darkey
goin’ to de fiel’ as soon as light,
Followin’ a mule across
it f’om de mawnin’ tel de night,
Wukin’ all his life
fu’ vittles, hoein’ ’tween de cott’n
rows,
W’en he knocks off ole
an’ tiah’d, ownin’ nut’n but
his clo’es,
You kin put it down to ignunce,
aftah all what’s done an’ said,
You kin bet dat dat same darkey
ain’t got nut’n in his head.
Ain’t you seed dem w’ite
men set’n in der awfice? Don’t you
know
Dey goes der ‘bout nine
each mawnin? Bless yo’ soul, dey’s
out by fo’.
Dey jes does a little writin’;
does dat by some easy means;
Gals jes set an’ play
piannah on dem printin’ press muchines.
Chile, dem men knows how to
figgah, how to use dat little pen,
An’ dey knows dat blue-back
spellah f’om beginnin’ to de en’.
Dat’s de ’fect
of education; dat’s de t’ing what’s
gwine to rule;
Git dem books, you lazy rascal!
Git back to yo’ place in school!
NOBODY’S LOOKIN’ BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON
(A Negro Serenade)
De river is a-glistenin’
in de moonlight,
De owl is set’n high
up in de tree;
De little stars am twinklin’
wid a sof’ light,
De night seems only jes fu’
you an’ me.
Thoo de trees de breezes am
a-sighin’,
Breathin’ out a sort
o’ lover’s croon,
Der’s nobody lookin’
or a-spyin’,
Nobody but de owl an’
de moon.
Nobody’s lookin’
but de owl an’ de moon,
An’ de night is balmy;
fu’ de month is June;
Come den, Honey, won’t
you? Come to meet me soon,
Wile nobody’s lookin’
but de owl an’ de moon.
I feel so kinder lonely all
de daytime,
It seems I raly don’t
know what to do;
I jes keep sort a-longin’
fu’ de night-time,
’Cause den I know dat
I can be wid you.
An’ de thought jes sets
my brain a-swayin’,
An’ my heart a-beatin’
to a tune;
Come, de owl won’t tell
w’at we’s a-sayin’,
An’ cose you know we
kin trus’ de moon.
YOU’S SWEET TO YO’ MAMMY JES DE SAME
(Lullaby)