The Delinquent
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
GOO'-BY, Jinks, I got to hump,
Got to mek dis pony jump;
See dat sun a-goin' down
'N' me a-foolin' hyeah in town!
Git up, Suke--go long!
Guess Mirandy'll think I's tight,
Me not home an' comin' on night.
What's dat stan'in' by de fence?
Pshaw! why don't I lu'n some sense?
Git up, Suke--go long!
Guess I spent down dah at Jinks'
Mos' a dollah fu' de drinks.
Bless yo' soul, you see dat star?
Lawd, but won't Mirandy rar?
Git up, Suke--go long!
Went dis mo'nin', hyeah it's night,
Dah's de cabin dah in sight.
Who's dat stan'in' in de do'?
Dat must be Mirandy, sho',
Git up, Suke--go long!
Got de close-stick in huh han',
Dat look funny, goodness lan',
Sakes alibe, but she look glum!
Hyeah, Mirandy, hyeah I come!
Git up, Suke--go long!
Ef't had n't 'a' be'n fur you, you
slow ole fool, I'd a' be'n home long
fo' now!
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