SWING yo' lady roun' an' roun', Do de bes' you know; Mek yo' bow an' p'omenade Up an' down de flo'; Mek dat banjo hump huhse'f, Listen at huh talk: Mastah gone to town to-night; 'T ain't no time to walk. Lif' yo' feet an' flutter thoo, Run, Miss Lucy, run; Reckon you 'll be cotched an' kissed 'Fo' de night is done. You don't need to be so proud -- I 's a-watchin' you, An' I 's layin' lots o' plans Fu' to git you, too. Moonlight on de cotton-fiel' Shinin' sof' an' white, Whippo'will a-tellin' tales Out thaih in de night; An' yo' cabin 's 'crost de lot: Run, Miss Lucy, run; Reckon you 'll be cotched an' kissed 'Fo' de night is done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BIRD OF PARADISE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 7. THE SILENCE by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY QUATORZAINS: 1. TO PERFUME by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TREES IN WINTER by ARTHUR WILLIAM BEER |