PROTEST

Who say my hea't ai n't true to you?

Dey bettah heish dey mouf.

I knows I loves you thoo an’ thoo

In watah time er drouf.

I wush dese people‘ d stop dey talkin’,

Do n't mean no mo’ dan chicken's squawkin':

I guess I knows which way I's walkin’,

I knows de norf f'om souf.

I does not love Elizy Brown,

I guess I knows my min’.

You allus try to tek me down

Wid evaht'ing you fin’.

Ef dese hyeah folks will keep on fillin’

Yo’ haid wid nonsense, an’ you's willin’

I bet some day dey‘ ll be a killin’

Somewhaih along de line.

O’ cose I buys de gal ice-cream,

Whut else I gwine to do?

I knows jes’ how de t'ing‘ u'd seem

Ef I‘ d be sho't wid you.

On Sunday, you's at chu'ch a-shoutin’,

Den all de week you go‘ roun’ poutin’ —

I's mighty tiahed o’ all dis doubtin’,

I tell you cause I's true.