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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Banjo Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH, dere's lots o' keer an' trouble<br>In dis world to swaller down;<br>An' ol' Sorrer's purty lively<br>In her way o' gittin' roun'.<br>Yet dere's times when I furgit 'em, —<br>Aches an' pains an' troubles all, —<br>An' it's when I tek at ebenin'<br>My ol' banjo f'om de wall.<br>'Bout de time dat night is fallin'<br>An' my daily wu'k is done,<br>An' above de shady hilltops<br>I kin see de settin' sun;<br>When de quiet, restful shadders<br>Is beginnin' jes' to fall, —<br>Den I take de little banjo<br>F'om its place upon de wall.<br>Den my fam'ly gadders roun' me<br>In de fadin' o' de light,<br>Ez I strike de strings to try 'em<br>Ef dey all is tuned er-right.<br>An' it seems we're so nigh heaben<br>We kin hyeah de angels sing<br>When de music o' dat banjo<br>Sets my cabin all er-ring.<br>An' my wife an' all de othahs, —<br>Male an' female, small an' big, —<br>Even up to gray-haired granny,<br>Seem jes' boun' to do a jig;<br>'Twell I change de style o' music,<br>Change de movement an' de time,<br>An' de ringin' little banjo<br>Plays an ol' hea't-feelin' hime.<br>An' somehow my th'oat gits choky,<br>An' a lump keeps tryin' to rise<br>Lak it wan'ed to ketch de water<br>Dat was flowin' to my eyes; <br>An' I feel dat I could sorter<br>Knock de socks clean off o' sin<br>Ez I hyeah my po' ol' granny<br>Wif huh tremblin' voice jine in.<br>Den we all th'ow in our voices<br>Fu' to he'p de chune out too,<br>Lak a big camp-meetin' choiry<br>Tryin' to sing a mou'nah th'oo.<br>An' our th'oahts let out de music,<br>Sweet an' solemn, loud an' free,<br>'Twell de raftahs o' my cabin<br>Echo wif de melody.<br>Oh, de music o' de banjo,<br>Quick an' deb'lish, solemn, slow,<br>Is de greates' joy an' solace<br>Dat a weary slave kin know!<br>So jes' let me hyeah it ringin',<br>Dough de chune be po' an' rough,<br>It's a pleasure; an' de pleasures<br>O' dis life is few enough.<br>Now, de blessed little angels<br>Up in heaben, we are told,<br>Don't do nothin' all dere lifetime<br>'Ceptin' play on ha'ps o' gold.<br>Now I think heaben'd be mo' homelike<br>Ef we'd hyeah some music fall<br>F'om a real ol'-fashioned banjo,<br>Like dat one upon de wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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In dis world to swaller down;
An' ol' Sorrer's purty lively
In her way o' gittin' roun'.
Yet dere's times when I furgit 'em, —
Aches an' pains an' troubles all, —
An' it's when I tek at ebenin'
My ol' banjo ..."></div>
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