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Angelina

    By Paul Laurence Dunbar



    When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel,
    An' you 'mence to feel a ticklin' in yo' toe an' in yo' heel;
    Ef you t'ink you got 'uligion an' you wants to keep it, too,
    You jes' bettah tek a hint an' git yo'self clean out o' view.
    Case de time is mighty temptin' when de chune is in de swing,
    Fu' a darky, saint or sinner man, to cut de pigeon-wing.
    An' you could n't he'p f'om dancin' ef yo' feet was boun' wif twine,
    When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin' down de line.

    Don't you know Miss Angelina? She 's de da'lin' of de place.
    W'y, dey ain't no high-toned lady wif sich mannahs an' sich grace.
    She kin move across de cabin, wif its planks all rough an' wo';
    Jes' de same 's ef she was dancin' on ol' mistus' ball-room flo'.
    Fact is, you do' see no cabin--evaht'ing you see look grand,
    An' dat one ol' squeaky fiddle soun' to you jes' lak a ban';
    Cotton britches look lak broadclof an' a linsey dress look fine,
    When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin' down de line.

    Some folks say dat dancin 's sinful, an' de blessed Lawd, dey say,
    Gwine to punish us fu' steppin' w'en we hyeah de music play.
    But I tell you I don' b'lieve it, fu' de Lawd is wise and good,
    An' he made de banjo's metal an' he made de fiddle's wood,
    An' he made de music in dem, so I don' quite t'ink he 'll keer
    Ef our feet keeps time a little to de melodies we hyeah.
    W'y, dey's somep'n' downright holy in de way our faces shine,
    When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin' down de line.

    Angelina steps so gentle, Angelina bows so low,
    An' she lif huh sku't so dainty dat huh shoetop skacely show:
    An' dem teef o' huh'n a-shinin', ez she tek you by de han'--
    Go 'way, people, d' ain't anothah sich a lady in de lan'!
    When she 's movin' thoo de figgers er a-dancin' by huhse'f,
    Folks jes' stan' stock-still a-sta'in', an' dey mos' nigh hol's dey bref;
    An' de young mens, dey 's a-sayin', "I 's gwine mek dat damsel mine,"
    When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin' down de line.



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