Hills is gittin’ misty,,
    Valley’s gittin’ dahk;
  Watch-dog’s ‘mence a-howlin’,
    Rathah have ’em ba’k
  Dan a-moanin’ solemn
    Somewhaih out o’ sight;
  Rain-crow des a-chucklin’—­
    Dis is his delight.

  Mandy, bring my banjo,
    Bring de chillen in,
  Come in f’om de kitchen,
     I feel sick ez sin. 
  Call in Uncle Isaac,
     Call Aunt Hannah, too,
  Tain’t no use in talkin’,
     Chile, I’s sholy blue.

DREAMIN’ TOWN

  Come away to dreamin’ town,
    Mandy Lou, Mandy Lou,
  Whaih de skies don’ nevah frown,
          Mandy Lou;
  Whaih he streets is paved with gol’,
  Whaih de days is nevah col’,
  An’ no sheep strays f’om de fol’,
          Mandy Lou.

  Ain’t you tiahed of every day,
    Mandy Lou, Mandy Lou,
  Tek my han’ an’ come away,
          Mandy Lou,
  To the place whaih dreams is King,
  Whaih my heart hol’s everything,
  An’ my soul can allus sing,
          Mandy Lou.

  Come away to dream wid me,
    Mandy Lou, Mandy Lou,
  Whaih our hands an’ hea’ts are free,
          Mandy Lou;
  Whaih de sands is shinin’ white,
  Whaih de rivahs glistens bright,
          Mandy Lou.

  Come away to dreamland town,
    Mandy Lou, Mandy Lou,
  Whaih de fruit is bendin’ down,
    Des fu’ you. 
  Smooth your brow of lovin’ brown,
  An’ my love will be its crown;
  Come away to dreamin’ town,
          Mandy Lou.

AT NIGHT

  Whut time ’d dat clock strike? 
        Nine?  No—­eight;
    I didn’t think hit was so late. 
  Aer chew!  I must ‘a’ got a cough,
    I raally b’lieve I did doze off—­
  Hit’s mighty soothin’ to de tiah,
    A-dozin’ dis way by de fiah;
  Oo oom—­hit feels so good to stretch
    I sutny is one weary wretch!

  Look hyeah, dat boy done gone to sleep! 
    He des ain’t wo’th his boa’d an’ keep;
  I des don’t b’lieve he’d bat his eyes
    If Gab’el called him fo’m de skies! 
  But sleepin’s good dey ain’t no doubt—­
    Dis pipe o’ mine is done gone out. 
  Don’t bu’n a minute, bless my soul,
    Des please to han’ me dat ah coal.

  You ’Lias git up now, my son,
    Seems lak my nap is des begun;
  You sutny mus’ ma’k down de day
    Wen I treats comp’ny dis away! 
  W’y, Brother Jones, dat drowse come on,
   An’ laws!  I dremp dat you was gone! 
  You ‘Lias, whaih yo’ mannahs, suh,
    To hyeah me call an’ nevah stuh!

  To-morrer mo’nin’ w’en I call
    Dat boy’ll be sleepin’ to beat all,
  Don’t mek no diffunce how I roah,
    He’ll des lay up an’ sno’ and sno’. 
  Now boy, you done hyeahed whut I said,
    You bettah tek yo’se’f yo baid,
  Case ef you gits me good an’ wrong
    I’ll mek dat sno’ a diffunt song.