Sam, he plays de trombone In de cullud Masons' ban', And de gals dey set and watch him On de big gran' stan', How he fling dat horn a-flutin' In de a'r, aroun' an' roun', Keepin' time unto de music, -- He's de bigges' man in town. Kaze it's fine ter play dat trombone, But as sho' as you er born, I sits back in de corner Wid mah ol' bass horn, Wid mah @3um-pah, um-pan, um-pah@1, Jes' as easy as you please, An' mah Adam's apple dancin' Like de apples on de trees. An' Sam, he's sweatin', workin' Like he's diggin' up de corn, But I plays mah easy @3um-pah@1 On mah ol' bass horn. Dat Saxophone! Jim plays it; And Lawdy, how it do Git down inter my gizzud Whenever she is blew; And mah foot, hit keeps a-pattin' Out de time, upon de flo' . . . But I likes my plain ol' @3um-pah@1 On de bass horn dat I blow. When we marches to de fun'ral Of a brutha dats decease, We always plays a lonesome Sorter solemncolly piece; And de French horns and de toobeys, And de big bassoon And de rattlin' little tenner drum Doan' play no jolly tune. @3But, makes no diffunce whut dey plays Kaze, sho' as you er born, I plays mah little um-pah On my ol' bass horn.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. SIC TRANSIT by THOMAS CAMPION PERIMEDES, THE BLACKSMITH: PHILLIS AND CORIDON by ROBERT GREENE THE PALM TREE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT DEAD JOYS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |