WHIP-POOR-WILL AND KATY-DID

Slow de night‘ s a-fallin’,

An’ I hyeah de callin,

Out erpon de lonesome hill;

Soun’ is moughty dreary,

Solemn-lak an’ skeery,

Sayin’ fu’ to “whip po’ Will.”

Now hit‘ s moughty tryin’,

Fu’ to hyeah dis cryin’,

‘ Deed hit‘ s mo’ den I kin stan’;

Sho’ wid all our slippin’,

Dey‘ s enough of whippin’

‘ Dout a bird a'visin’ any man.

In de noons o’ summah

Dey‘ s anothah hummah

Sings anothah song instid;

An’ his th'oat‘ s a-swellin’

Wid de joy o’ tellin’,

But he says dat “Katy did.”

Now I feels onsuhtain;

Wo n't you raise de cu'tain

Ovah all de ti'ngs dat‘ s hid?

W'y dat feathahed p'isen

Goes erbout a-visin’

Whippin’ Will w'en Katy did?