Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low. <br />Li'l' gal, <br />An' de mockin' bird is singin' in de locus' by de do', <br />Li'l' gal; <br />Dere 's a hummin' an' a bummin' in de lan' f'om eas' to wes', <br />I 's a-sighin' fu' you, honey, an' I nevah know no res'. <br />Fu' dey 's lots o' trouble brewin' an' a-stewin' in my breas', <br />Li'l' gal. <br /> <br />Whut 's de mattah wid de weathah, whut's de mattah wid de breeze, <br />Li'l' gal? <br />Whut 's de mattah wid de locus' dat 's a-singin' in de trees, <br />Li'l' gal? <br />W'y dey knows dey ladies love 'em, an' dey knows dey love 'em true, <br />An' dey love 'em back, I reckon, des' lak I 's a-lovin' you; <br />Dat 's de reason dey 's a-weavin' an' a-sighin', thoo an' thoo, <br />Li'l' gal. <br /> <br />Don't you let no da'ky fool you 'cause de clo'es he waihs is fine, <br />Li'l' gal. <br />Dey 's a hones' hea't a-beatin' unnerneaf dese rags o' mine, <br />Li'l' gal. <br />Cose dey ain' no use in mockin' whut de birds an' weathah do, <br />But I 's so'y I cain't 'spress it w'en I knows I loves you true, <br />Dat 's de reason I 's a-sighin' an' a-singin now fu' you, <br />Li'l' gal.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/li-l-gal/
