O' de wurl' ain't flat, An' de wurl' ain't roun', H'its one long strip Hangin' up an' down -- Jes' Souf an' Norf; Jes' Norf an' Souf. Talkin' 'bout sailin' 'roun' de wurl' -- Huh! I'd be so dizzy my head 'ud twurl. If dis heah earf wuz jes' a ball You know de people all 'ud fall. O' de wurl' ain't flat, An' de wurl' ain't roun', H'its one long strip Hangin' up an' down -- Jes' Souf an' Norf; Jes' Norf an' Souf. Talkin' 'bout the City whut Saint John saw -- Chile you oughta go to Saginaw; A nigger's chance is "finest kind," An' pretty gals ain't hard to find. Huh! de wurl' ain't flat An' de wurl' ain't roun' H'its one long strip Hangin' up an' down. Since Norf is up, An' Souf is down, An' Hebben is up, I'm upward boun'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE BURNING BABE by ROBERT SOUTHWELL SCURVY ENTERTAINMENT by ABU ABD ALLAH CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE BIRDS: THE HYMN OF THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 7. LESSON FOR THE PROUD by T. BAKER EXOTIC PERFUME by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE WRITTEN ON A GLOOMY DAY, IN SICKNESS. THACKWOOD, 4TH JUNE, 1786 by SUSANNA BLAMIRE |