GRAY EYES
Gray eyes, with your haunting, piercing trait,
And your infernal deadly bliss,
Around my heart still entwins a kiss.
Though shame am I to relate.
Gray eyes, this game fate is ruling,
Though many are the sad spirits
That conscience has seen,
From a lonely bench in the park amid the green,
With an aching, burning heart
No thoughts of you were cooling.
Gray eyes, answer me with your dreamy look,
Ah! that loving, tender smile’s a traitor,
Sad reflections we both see,
The last spark in my heart its took,
And I have learned to be your hater.
PICNIC DAY
Driften don de Ohio,
Oh, dat muddy ’bio,
Hearh dat boat a pufflen,
See dem darkies shufflen
Ye, dis am picnic day.
When she goes aroun’ de ben
Yo see dem darkies gin to grin
In dare hearts is powful joy,
Yo hearh dat word O, my boy,
Dis am picnic day.
Den yo hearh dem banjoes ring
Ole time darkies ’gin to sing
All dem southern melodies
Dat makes yo dance wid so much ease
OO, ah, ah, on picnic day.
Soon darh was a razor duel
Tween Willie Jackson and Coston Souel,
Den de gran master drew his sword
An’ boff dem rascals jumped overboad
On picnic day.
Den Magie Jones let a scream
Like de boat popen off steam,
Den she spoke a piece her mine,
Saen dis hapens eber time
On picnic day.