See dis pictyah in my han’?
Dat’s my gal;
Ain’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!
