BLUE

Standin’ at de winder,

Feelin’ kind o’ glum,

Listenin’ to de raindrops

Play de kettle drum,

Lookin’ crost de medders

Swimmin’ lak a sea;

Lawd‘ a’ mussy on us,

What's de good o’ me?

Ca n't go out a-hoein’,

Would n't ef I could;

Groun’ too wet fu’ huntin’,

Fishin’ ai n't no good.

Too much noise fo’ sleepin’,

No one hyeah to chat;

Des mus’ stan’ an’ listen

To dat pit-a-pat.

Hills is gittin’ misty,,

Valley's gittin’ dahk;

Watch-dog's‘ mence a-howlin’,

Rathah have‘ em ba'k

Dan a-moanin’ solemn

Somewhaih out o’ sight;

Rain-crow des a-chucklin’ —

Dis is his delight.

Mandy, bring my banjo,

Bring de chillen in,

Come in f'om de kitchen,

I feel sick ez sin.

Call in Uncle Isaac,

Call Aunt Hannah, too,

Tai n't no use in talkin’,

Chile, I's sholy blue.