The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.
College HumorAunt Phbes Remonstrance
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’Fo’ Gord, now, marster, you’s foolin’ me, I knows.
Gwine tek dat little chile o’ our’n away!
Why, she ain’t nuthin’ mo’n a chile!
You go back home and wait a while,
Untel she grows.
Dat I fuss hel’ her in ole missis’ room;
An’ now you tells me she’s done grow’d up? Sho!
Dat chile ain’t no mo’ fittin’ fer
To marry you, I tell you, sir,
Dan dis here broom.
Kaze I help raise her, sir; I brung her up.
When she wa’n’t mo’n ten years ole, I s’pose,
Ole miss’ use’ stan’ her by de wall,
’N’ she’d say de twelb commandments all
Widout a stop.
Jes’ sharp at eight—old miss’ wus punkshall, sho—
I’d tek her in my lap an’ comb her hade,
An’ den I’d tell de stories to her
’Bout raslin’ Jacob an’ Marse Noah
An’ his rainbow.
Whar de gret folks had dere chillen larn.
When she come back, she’d set on dat dar stool,
’N’ play dat piany tell it soun’
Fit like Brer Gabriel done come down
Here wid his harn.
What’s me ’n’ ole miss’ gwine do widout her den?
What make dat you cyarnt come down here an’ stay?
Gwine tek dat preshus lam’ wid you,
Fum miss’ and her ole mammy, too—
Say, marster, when?
Kaze we’s gwine hab her fer a little while!
When she’s done gone, ’twon’t be de same ole place,
But we befo’ de Lord mus’ bow.
Thankee, marster—lemme go now
An’ fin’ my chile.