JILTED

Lucy done gone back on me,

Dat's de way wif life.

Evaht'ing was movin’ free,

T'ought I had my wife.

Den some dahky comes along,

Sings my gal a little song,

Since den, evaht'ing' s gone wrong,

Evah day dey‘ s strife.

Did n't answeh me to-day,

Wen I called huh name,

Would you t'ink she‘ d ac’ dat way

Wen I ai n't to blame?

Dat‘ s de way dese women do,

Wen dey fin's a fellow true,

Den dey‘ buse him thoo an’ thoo;

Well, hit‘ s all de same.

Somep'n' s wrong erbout my lung,

An’ I‘ s glad hit‘ s so.

Doctah says‘ at I‘ ll die young,

Well, I wants to go!

Whut‘ s de use o’ livin’ hyeah,

Wen de gal you loves so deah,

Goes back on you clean an’ cleah —

I sh'd like to know?