But des' keep on a-joggin' wid a little bit o' song,
De mo'n is allus brightah w'en de night's been long.
IN MAY
Oh to have you in May,
To talk with you under the trees,
Dreaming throughout the day,
Drinking the wine-like breeze,
Oh it were sweet to think
That May should be ours again,
Hoping it not, I shrink,