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A Dixie Thanksgivin'.
Hollerdays hab come once mo'—
Hyar it am Thanksgivin'!
Ole man gittin' stiff an' so'e—
Hahdly make a livin'.
But, sah, when Thanksgivin' come,
Honey, I ain't nevah glum;
'Ca'se ma dinnah 'll sho be some—
Bress de good Thanksgivin'!
Hyar it am Thanksgivin'!
Ole man gittin' stiff an' so'e—
Hahdly make a livin'.
But, sah, when Thanksgivin' come,
Honey, I ain't nevah glum;
'Ca'se ma dinnah 'll sho be some—
Bress de good Thanksgivin'!
Bes'es' white folks in dis town
Sont a turkey to me!
'N' evahthaing to go aroun'—
Dat 's de way dey do me.
Lucy Ann 's a-comin' down
Fuh to bake it nice an' brown;
Den we 'll 'vite de preachah roun'—
No time to be gloomy!
Sont a turkey to me!
'N' evahthaing to go aroun'—
Dat 's de way dey do me.
Lucy Ann 's a-comin' down
Fuh to bake it nice an' brown;
Den we 'll 'vite de preachah roun'—
No time to be gloomy!
Lucy Ann 's my dorter, chile,
Wo'kin' fuh de white folks—
Up de road about a mile—
One o' dese hyar light folks.
Roun' hyar she 's de cullud belle,—
Preachah 's sot to huh a spell,—
But when Lucy marries—well,
Dey mus' be de right folks!
Wo'kin' fuh de white folks—
Up de road about a mile—
One o' dese hyar light folks.
Roun' hyar she 's de cullud belle,—
Preachah 's sot to huh a spell,—
But when Lucy marries—well,
Dey mus' be de right folks!
Lucy's mammy 's dead an' gone
Sence she wuz a baby;
Tuk ma chile an' trabbled on—
Raised huh lak a lady!
She ken ciphah, wash, an' cook,
An' she reads me f'om de Book
Dat lights up de paff I 's took
To'rds de lan' dat 's shady.
Sence she wuz a baby;
Tuk ma chile an' trabbled on—
Raised huh lak a lady!
She ken ciphah, wash, an' cook,
An' she reads me f'om de Book
Dat lights up de paff I 's took
To'rds de lan' dat 's shady.
But, sah, come aroun' to-night,
Ef you would n't mine it;
Take de road dah to de right—
Easy 'nough to fine it;
Come an' tas'e dat dinnah, sah,
'N' meet the preachah 'n' Lucy; fuh,
Ef he wants a 'ceipt fuh huh,
You 'll be dar to sign it.
Ef you would n't mine it;
Take de road dah to de right—
Easy 'nough to fine it;
Come an' tas'e dat dinnah, sah,
'N' meet the preachah 'n' Lucy; fuh,
Ef he wants a 'ceipt fuh huh,
You 'll be dar to sign it.
James D. Corrothers.
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