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218              NEGRO DIALECT VERSES
We'se hunted, many a livelong night,
De 'possum an' de coon, An' cotch 'em by de silvah light
Of many a southern moon. We'se built a blaze an' cooked de meat
'Longside a big back-log, An' had some times mos' monst'ous sweet—
Jis' me an' dat ole dog.
An' long as I is stayin' here
I'se got one frien', I know; Ef I is po' de dog don't keer—
His head don't run on show. An' 'long as I is got a bite
Er hominy an' hog, I'se gwine to 'vide—you jis' is right—
Wid dat ole yaller dog.
I'se heard a monst'ous heap er talk
'Bout th'ology an' creeds, But you hear me a'shoutin' now,
Dar's nuthin' like good deeds. Jes' gimme sweet religion, please—
I don't keer what's its name— De Methodis' or Babtis' kind
Will save you, jes' de same.