My feelins gits unruly—
He’d liked me all along, you see;
I know he loved me truly.
An’ I wuz but an orphan, too,
A-workin’ fer my livin’,
Without a kith er kin I knew,
An’ jest myself to give ’im.
An’ when iz voice sunk soft away—
A kind o’ tremblin’ in it—
The words I tried so hard to say