W'EN de clouds is hangin' heavy in de sky, <br />An' de win's 's a-taihin' moughty vig'rous by, <br />I don' go a-sighin' all erlong de way; <br />I des' wo'k a-waitin' fu' de close o' day. <br />Case I knows w'en evenin' draps huh shadders down, <br />I won' care a smidgeon fu' de weathah's frown; <br />Let de rain go splashin', let de thundah raih, <br />Dey's a happy sheltah, an' I's goin' daih. <br />Down in my ol' cabin wa'm ez mammy's toas', <br />'Taters in de fiah layin' daih to roas'; <br />No one daih to cross me, got no talkin' pal <br />But I's got de comp'ny o' my sweet brown gal. <br />So I spen's my evenin' listenin' to huh sing, <br />Lak a blessid angel; how huh voice do ring! <br />Sweetah den a bluebird flutterin' erroun', <br />W'en he sees de steamin' o' de new ploughed groun'. <br />Den I hugs huh closah, closah to my breas'. <br />Need n't sing, my da'lin', tek you' hones' res'. <br />Does I mean Malindy, Mandy, Lize er Sal? <br />No, I means my fiddle—dat's my sweet brown gal!<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sweet-brown-gal/
