A Spring Wooing

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Come on walkin’ wid me, Lucy; t’ ain’t no time to
mope erroun’
W’en de sunshine ‘s shoutin’ glory in de sky,
An’ de little Johnny-Jump-Ups jes’ a-springin’ f’om
de groun’,
Den a-lookin’ roun’ to ax each othah w’y.
Don’ you hyeah dem cows a-mooin’? Dat’s dey
howdy to de spring;
Ain’ dey lookin’ most oncommon satisfied?
Hit’s enough to mek a body want to spread dey
mouf an’ sing
Jes’ to see de critters all so spa-klin’-eyed.

W’y, dat squir’l dat jes’ run past us, ef I didn’
know his tricks,
I could swaih he’d got ‘uligion jes’ to-day;
An’ dem liza’ds slippin’ back an’ fofe ermong de
stones an’ sticks
Is a-wigglin’ ‘cause dey feel so awful gay.
Oh, I see yo’ eyes a-shinin’ dough you try to mek
me b’lieve
Dat you ain’ so monst’ous happy ‘cause you come;
But I tell you dis hyeah weathah meks it moughty
ha’d to ‘ceive
Ef a body’s soul ain’ blin’ an’ deef an’ dumb.

Robin whistlin’ ovah yandah ez he buil’ his little nes’;
Whut you reckon dat he sayin’ to his mate?
He’s a-sayin’ dat he love huh in de wo’ds she
know de bes’,
An’ she lookin’ moughty pleased at whut he state.
Now, Miss Lucy, dat ah robin sholy got his sheer
o’ sense,
An’ de hen-bird got huh mothah-wit fu’ true;
So I t’ink ef you’ll excuse me, fu’ I do’ mean no
Dey’s a lesson in dem birds fu’ me an’ you.

I’s a-buil’in o’ my cabin an’ I’s vines erbove de do’
Fu’ to kin’ o’ gin it sheltah f’om de sun;
Gwine to have a little kitchen wid a reg’lar wooden
An’ dey’ll be a back verandy w’en hit’s done.
I’s a-waitin’ fu’ you, Lucy, tek de ‘zample o’ de birds,
Dat ‘s a-lovin’ an’ a-matin’ evahwhaih.
I cain’t tell you dat I loves you in de robin’s music
But my cabin ‘s talkin’ fu’ me ovah thaih!