Ef you’s gwine to be so glum,
Wondah why you evah come.
I don’t lak nobidy ’roun’
Dat jes’ shet dey mouf an’ frown—
Oh, now, man, don’t act a dunce!
Cain’t you talk? I tol’ you once,
Speak up, Ike, an’ ’spress yo’se’f.
Wha’d you come hyeah fu’ to-night?
Body’d t’ink yo’ haid ain’t right.
I’s done all dat I kin do—