James Edwin Campbell, The Book of American Negro Poetry (1922)
“ The lady riding at thy side Is but in name thy promised bride, Ride on, young lord, ride on! Her father wills and she obeys, The custom of her class; 'Tis Land not Love the trothing sways— For Land he sells his lass. ”
James Edwin Campbell, The Book of American Negro Poetry… (1922)
“ Ring, my bawnjer, ring! Den hits roun' de hill an' froo de fiel'— Lookout dar, niggah, doan' you steal! De milyuns on dem vines am green, De moon am bright, O you'll be seen, Ring, my bawnjer, ring! ”
James Edwin Campbell, The Book of American Negro Poetry (1922)
“ Ur ol' Hyar lib in ur house on de hill, He hunner yurs ol' an' nebber wuz ill; He yurs dee so long an' he eyes so beeg, An' he laigs so spry dat he dawnce ur jeeg; He lib so long dat he know ebbry tings 'Bout de beas'ses dat walks an' de bu'ds dat sings— Dis Ol' Doc' Hyar, Whar lib up dar Een ur mighty fine house on ur mighty high hill. He doctah fur all de beas'ses an' bu'ds— He put on he specs an' he use beeg wu'ds, He feel dee pu's' den he look mighty wise, He pull out he watch an' he shet bofe eyes; He grab up he hat an' grab up he cane. ”
