THE DELINQUENT

Goo’ - by, Jinks, I got to hump,

Got to mek dis pony jump;

See dat sun a-goin’ down

‘ N’ me a-foolin’ hyeah in town!

Git up, Suke — go long!

Guess Mirandy'll think I's tight,

Me not home an’ comin’ on night.

What‘ s dat stan'in’ by de fence?

Pshaw! why do n't I lu'n some sense?

Git up, Suke — go long!

Guess I spent down dah at Jinks’

Mos’ a dollah fur de drinks.

Bless yo'r soul, you see dat star?

Lawd, but wo n't Mirandy rar?

Git up, Suke — go long!

Went dis mo'nin’, hyeah it‘ s night,

Dah‘ s de cabin dah in sight.

Who's dat stan'in’ in de do’?

Dat must be Mirandy, sho’,

Git up, Suke — go long!

Got de close-stick in huh han’,

Dat look funny, goodness lan’,

Sakes alibe, but she look glum!

Hyeah, Mirandy, hyeah I come!

Git up, Suke — go long!

Ef‘ t had n't a’ b'en fur you, you slow ole fool, I‘ d a’ be'n home long fo’ now!