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Oh, my honey love! Oh, my turtle dove!
Doan you hear me plead ? Come, my lady love; ' Come, my yaller dove; You is what I need.
De whippoorwill flutes down dar by de crick •
De mock-bird's singin' his mate to sleep, En dar whar de woods is so black en thick
De sof win' blows wid er sigh en er weep. Hit's a weepin' fur me, my honey so true,
Kase I'se so sorry, en sick, en sad; Yes, I is a'longin', mer lady, for you;
'Deed I is a' wantin' you so mighty bad.
Ole day'll come er creepin' in now pooty soon—
Come er creepin' f'um de hills over yan— He gwine drive away dat bright, shiny moon
En spread out his glory in de Ian'. Den I goes back to work, en I toils all de day,
Jes' er sighin' en er longin' fur you, So come out, mer lady, en min' what I say,
Please er come out, mer lady, oh, do \
Dat pooty yaller gal gwine to come outen dar,
En go 'long wid me to de ball Whar she gwine to be de belle an' de star,
An' de swelles' thing of 'em all;