Long Ago

    By Paul Laurence Dunbar



    De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah
    Wid all hits fuss an' feddahs;
    I done fu'got de joy an' cheah
    We knowed all kin's o' weddahs,
    I done fu'got each ol'-time hymn
    We ust to sing in meetin';
    I 's leahned de prah's, so neat an' trim,
    De preachah keeps us 'peatin'.

    Hang a vine by de chimney side,
    An' one by de cabin do';
    An' sing a song fu' de day dat died,
    De day of long ergo.

    My youf, hit's gone, yes, long ergo,
    An' yit I ain't a-moanin';
    Hit 's fu' somet'ings I ust to know
    I set to-night a-honin'.
    De pallet on de ol' plank flo',
    De rain bar'l und' de eaves,
    De live oak 'fo' de cabin do',
    Whaih de night dove comes an' grieves.

    Hang a vine by de chimney side,
    An' one by de cabin do';
    An' sing a song fu' de day dat died,
    De day of long ergo.

    I 'd lak a few ol' frien's to-night
    To come an' set wid me;
    An' let me feel dat ol' delight
    I ust to in dey glee.
    But hyeah we is, my pipe an' me,
    Wid no one else erbout;
    We bofe is choked ez choked kin be,
    An' bofe 'll soon go out.

    Hang a vine by de chimney side,
    An' one by de cabin do';
    An' sing a song fu' de day dat died,
    De day of long ergo.



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