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1872–1906

THE DELINQUENT

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Goo’ - by, Jinks, I got to hump, Got to mek dis pony jump; See dat sun a-goin’ down ‘ N’ me a-foolin’ hyeah in town!

Git up, Suke — go long! Guess Mirandy'll think I's tight, Me not home an’ comin’ on night. What‘ s dat stan'in’ by de fence?

Pshaw! why do n't I lu'n some sense? Git up, Suke — go long! Guess I spent down dah at Jinks’ Mos’ a dollah fur de drinks.

Bless yo'r soul, you see dat star? Lawd, but wo n't Mirandy rar? Git up, Suke — go long! Went dis mo'nin’, hyeah it‘ s night,

Dah‘ s de cabin dah in sight. Who's dat stan'in’ in de do’? Dat must be Mirandy, sho’, Git up, Suke — go long!

Got de close-stick in huh han’, Dat look funny, goodness lan’, Sakes alibe, but she look glum! Hyeah, Mirandy, hyeah I come!

Git up, Suke — go long! Ef‘ t had n't a’ b'en fur you, you slow ole fool, I‘ d a’ be'n home long fo’ now!

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