‘ Lias!‘ Lias! Bless de Lawd! Don’ you know de day's erbroad? Ef you don’ git up, you scamp, Dey‘ ll be trouble in dis camp.
T'ink I gwine to let you sleep W'ile I meks yo’ boa'd an’ keep? Dat's a putty howdy-do — Don’ you hyeah me,‘ Lias — you?
Bet ef I come crost dis flo’ You won’ fin’ no time to sno’. Daylight all a-shinin’ in Wile you sleep — w'y hit's a sin!
Ai n't de can'le-light enough To bu'n out widout a snuff, But you go de mo'nin’ thoo Bu'nin’ up de daylight too?
‘ Lias, don’ you hyeah me call? No use tu'nin’ to'ds de wall; I kin hyeah dat mattuss squeak; Don’ you hyeah me w'en I speak?
Dis hyeah clock done struck off six — Ca'line, bring me dem ah sticks! Oh, you down, suh; huh, you down — Look hyeah, don’ you daih to frown.
Ma'ch yo'se' f an’ wash yo’ face, Don’ you splattah all de place; I got somep'n else to do, ‘ Sides jes’ cleanin’ aftah you.
Tek dat comb ah’ fix yo’ haid — Looks jes’ lak a feddah baid. Look hyeah, boy, I let you see You sha’ n't roll yo’ eyes at me.
Come hyeah; bring me dat ah strap! Boy, I'll whup you‘ twell you drap; You done felt yo'se' f too strong, An’ you sholy got me wrong.
Set down at dat table thaih; Jes’ you whimpah ef you daih! Evah mo'nin’ on dis place, Seem lak I mus’ lose my grace.
Fol’ yo’ han's an’ bow yo’ haid — Wait ontwell de blessin’‘ s said; “Lawd, have mussy on ouah souls —” ( Don’ you daih to tech dem rolls —)
“Bless de food we gwine to eat —” ( You set still-I see yo’ feet; You jes’ try dat trick agin! ) “Gin us peace an’ joy. Amen!”
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