THE PHOTOGRAPH

See dis pictyah in my han’?

Dat's my gal;

Ai n't she purty? goodness lan’!

Huh name Sal.

Dat's de very way she be —

Kin’ o’ tickles me to see

Huh a-smilin’ back at me.

She sont me dis photygraph

Jes’ las’ week;

An’ aldough hit made me laugh —

My black cheek

Felt somethin’ a-runnin’ queer;

Bless yo’ soul, it was a tear

Jes’ f'om wishin’ she was here.

Often when I‘ s all alone

Layin’ here,

I git t'inkin’‘ bout my own

Sallie dear;

How she say dat I‘ s huh beau,

An’ hit tickles me to know

Dat de gal do love me so.

Some bright day I‘ s goin’ back,

Fo’ de la!

An’ ez sho’‘ s my face is black,

Ax huh pa

Fu’ de blessed little miss

Who‘ s a-smilin’ out o dis

Pictyah, lak she wan'ed a kiss!