DEM good old days done past and gone In old Ca'line wha I wuz bo'n W'en my old Misst'ess she fust sayd, "Yo's a-eatin' yo' white braid!" Oh, dem's de times uts done gone by W'en de nights shine cla, an' de coon clim' high, An' I sop my soul in 'possum-pie, Das a-eatin' my white braid! It's dem's de nights ut I cross my legs An' pat de flo' ez I twis' de pegs O' de banjo up twil de gals all sayd, "Yo's a-eatin' yo' white braid!" Oh, dem's de times ut I usen fo' to blow On de long reeds cut in de old by-o, An' de frogs jine in like dey glad fo' to know I's a-eatin' my white braid. An' I shet my eyes fo' to conjuh up Dem good ole days ut fills my cup Wid de times ut fust ole Misst'ess sayd, "Yo's a-eatin' yo' white braid!" Oh, dem's de dreams ut I fines de best; An' bald an' gray ez a hornet's nest, I drap my head on de good Lord's breast, Says a-eatin' my white braid! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TAMERLANE (4) by EDGAR ALLAN POE ROMANCE by WALTER JAMES REDFERN TURNER IMAGES: 4 by RICHARD ALDINGTON A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONG OF SOLOMON: 5:1 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MISSING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |