Long ToDs Night
IH'S a moughty soothin' feelin'Hits a dahky man, 'Long to'ds night.
W'en de row is mos' nigh ended,
Den he stops to fan,'Long to'ds night.
De blue smoke f'om his cabin is a-callin' to him, "Come;"He smell de bacon cookin', an' he hyeah de fiah hum;
An' he 'mence to sing, 'dough wo'kin' putty nigh done made him dumb,'Long to'ds night.
Wid his hoe erpon his
Den he goes erlong,'Long to'ds night.
An' he keepin' time a-steppin'Wid a little song,'Long to'ds night.
De restin'-time's a-comin', an' de time to drink an' eat;
A baby's toddlin' to'ds him on hits little dusty feet,
An' a-goin' to'ds his cabin, an' his suppah's moughty sweet,'Long to'ds night.
Daih his Ca'line min' de kettle,
Rufus min' de chile,'Long to'ds night;
An' de sweat roll down his forred,
Mixin' wid his smile,'Long to'ds night.
He toss his piccaninny, an' he hum a little chune;
De wo'kin' all is ovah, an' de suppah comin' soon;
De wo'kin' times's Decembah, but de restin' time is June,'Long to'ds night.
Dey's a kin' o' doleful feelin',
Hits a tendah place,'Long to'ds night;
Dey's a moughty glory in
Shinin' thoo his face,'Long to'ds night.
De cabin's lak de big house, an' de fiah's lak de sun;
His wife look moughty lakly, an' de chile de puttiest one;
W'y, hit's blessid, jes' a-livin' w'en a body's wo'k is done,'Long to'ds night.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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