Standin’ at de winder,
Feelin’ kind o’ glum,
Listenin’ to de raindrops
Play de kettle drum,
Lookin’ crost de medders
Swimmin’ lak a sea;
Lawd‘ a’ mussy on us,
What's de good o’ me?
Ca n't go out a-hoein’,
Would n't ef I could;
Groun’ too wet fu’ huntin’,
Fishin’ ai n't no good.
Too much noise fo’ sleepin’,
No one hyeah to chat;
Des mus’ stan’ an’ listen
To dat pit-a-pat.
Hills is gittin’ misty,,
Valley's gittin’ dahk;
Watch-dog's‘ mence a-howlin’,
Rathah have‘ em ba'k
Dan a-moanin’ solemn
Somewhaih out o’ sight;
Rain-crow des a-chucklin’ —
Dis is his delight.
Mandy, bring my banjo,
Bring de chillen in,
Come in f'om de kitchen,
I feel sick ez sin.
Call in Uncle Isaac,
Call Aunt Hannah, too,
Tai n't no use in talkin’,
Chile, I's sholy blue.