Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,
Frost a-commin' in de night,
Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin',
Possum keepin' out o' sight.
Tu'key struttin' in de ba'nya'd,
...

When you and I were young, my boy. When you and I were young.

By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘T was three an’ thirty year ago, When I was ruther young, you know, I had my last an’ only fight About a gal one summer night. ‘T was me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke ‘N’...

So we, who‘ve supped the self-same cup, To-night must lay our friendship by; Your wrath has burned your judgment up, Hot breath has blown the ashes high. You say that you are wronged—ah,...

Back a short while ago, while reading my Dunbar book, the poem "To Louise" made me start to hum a tune, since the way Dunbar rhymes his poem made it quite easy to make into a song. So far as I...