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A WARM DAY IN WINTER
“Sunshine on de medders,
Greenness on de way;
Dat 's de blessed reason
I sing all de day.”
Look hyeah! Whut you axin'?
Whut meks me so merry?
'Spect to see me sighin'
W'en hit 's wa'm in Febawary?
Greenness on de way;
Dat 's de blessed reason
I sing all de day.”
Look hyeah! Whut you axin'?
Whut meks me so merry?
'Spect to see me sighin'
W'en hit 's wa'm in Febawary?
'Long de stake an' rider
Seen a robin set;
W'y, hit 'mence a-thawin',
Groun' is monst'ous wet.
Den you stan' dah wond'rin',
Lookin' skeert an' stary;
I 's a right to caper
W'en hit 's wa'm in Febawary.
Seen a robin set;
W'y, hit 'mence a-thawin',
Groun' is monst'ous wet.
Den you stan' dah wond'rin',
Lookin' skeert an' stary;
I 's a right to caper
W'en hit 's wa'm in Febawary.
Missis gone a-drivin',
Mastah gone to shoot;
Ev'ry da'ky lazin'
In de sun to boot.
Qua'tah 's moughty pleasant,
Hangin' 'roun' my Mary;
Cou'tin' boun' to prospah
W'en hit 's wa'm in Febawary.
Mastah gone to shoot;
Ev'ry da'ky lazin'
In de sun to boot.
Qua'tah 's moughty pleasant,
Hangin' 'roun' my Mary;
Cou'tin' boun' to prospah
W'en hit 's wa'm in Febawary.
Cidah look so pu'ty
Po'in' f'om de jug—
Don' you see it 's happy?
Hyeah it laffin'—glug?
Now 's de time fu' people
Fu' to try an' bury
All dey grief an' sorrer,
W'en hit 's wa'm in Febawary.
Po'in' f'om de jug—
Don' you see it 's happy?
Hyeah it laffin'—glug?
Now 's de time fu' people
Fu' to try an' bury
All dey grief an' sorrer,
W'en hit 's wa'm in Febawary.
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