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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477881" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Party</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;<br>Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my life see sich a sight;<br>All de folks f'om fou' plantations was invited, an' dey come,<br>Dey come troopin' thick ez chillun when dey hyeahs a fife an' drum.<br>Evahbody dressed deir fines'- Heish yo' mouf an' git away,<br>Ain't seen no sich fancy dressin' sence las' quah'tly meetin' day;<br>Gals all dressed in silks an' satins, not a wrinkle ner a crease,<br>Eyes a-battin', teeth a-shinin', haih breashed back ez slick ez grease;<br>Sku'ts all tucked an' puffed an' ruffled, evah blessed seam an' stitch;<br>Ef you'd seen 'em wif deir mistus, coul n't swahed to which was which.<br>Men all dressed up in Prince Alberts, swaller-tails 'u'd tek yo' bref!<br>I cain't tell you nothin' 'bout it, y' ought to seen it fu' yo'se'f.<br>Who was dah? Now who you askin'? How you 'spect I gwine to know?<br>You mus' think I stood an' coutned evahbody at de do.'<br>Ole man Babah's house-boy Isaac, brung dat gal, Malindy Jane,<br>Huh a-hangin' to his elbow, him a-struttin' wif a cane;<br>My, but Hahvey Jones was jealous! seemed to stick him lak a tho'n;<br>But he laughed with Viney Cahteh, tryin' ha'd to not let on,<br>But a pusson would 'a' noticed f'om de d'rection of his look,<br>Dat he was watchin' ev'ry step dat Ike an' Lindy took.<br>Ike he foun' a cheer an' asked huh: 'Won't you set down?' wif a smile,<br>An' she answe'd up a-bowin', 'Oh, I reckon 't ain't wuth while.'<br>Dat was jes' fu' style I reckon, 'cause she sot down jes' de same,<br>An' she stayed dah 'twell he fetched huh fu' to jine some so't o' game;<br>Den I hyeahd huh sayin' propah, ez she riz to go away,<br>'Oh, you raly mus' excuse me, fu' I hardly keers to play.'<br>But I seen huh in a minute wif de othahs on de flo',<br>An' dah was n't any one o' dem a-playin' any mo';<br>Comin' down de flo' a-bowin' an' a-swayin' an' a-swingin',<br>Puttin' on huh high-toned mannahs all de time dat she was singin';<br>'Oh, swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun',<br>Swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun',<br>Oh, swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun',<br>Fa' you well, my dahlin'.'<br>Had to laff at ole man Johnson, he's a caution now, you bet-<br>Hittiin' clost onto a hunderd, but he's spry an' nimble yet;<br>He 'lowed how a-so't o-gigglin', 'I ain't ole, I'll let you see,<br>D'ain't no use in gittin' feeble, now you youngstahs jes' watch me,'<br>An' he grabbed ole Aunt Marier- weighs th'ee hunderd mo' er less,<br>An' he spun huh 'roun' de cabin swingin' Johnny lak de res'.<br>Evahbody laffed an' hollahed: 'Go it! Swing huh, Uncle Jim!'<br>An' he swung huh too, I reckon, lak a youngstah, who but him.<br>Dat was bettah'n young Scott Thomas, tryin' to be so awful smaht.<br>You know when dey gits to singin' an' dey comes to dat ere paht:<br>'In some lady's new brick house,<br>In some lady's gyahden.<br>Ef you don't let me out, I will jump out,<br>So fa' you well, my dahlin'.'<br>Den dey's got a circle 'roun' you, an' you's got to break de line;<br>Well, dat dahky was so anxious, lak to bust hisse'f a-tryin';<br>Kep' on blund'rin' 'roun' an' foolin' 'twell he giv' one gread big jump,<br>Broke de line, an lit head-fo'most in de fiah-place right plump;<br>Hit 'ad fiah in it, mind you; well, I thought my soul I'd bust,<br>Tried my best to keep f'om laffin', but hit seemed like die I must!<br>Y' ought to seen dat man a-scramblin' f'om de ashes an' de grime.<br>Did it bu'n him! Sich a question, why he did n't give it time;<br>Th'ow'd dem ashes and dem cindahs evah which-a-way I guess,<br>An' you nevah did, I reckon, clap yo' eyes on sich a mess;<br>Fu' he sholy made a picter an' a funny one to boot,<br>Wif his clothes all full o' ashes an' his face all full o' soot.<br>Well, hit laked to stopped de pahty, an' I reckon lak ez not<br>Dat it would ef Tom's wife, Mandy, had n't happened on de spot,<br>To invite us out to suppah - well, we scrambed to de table,<br>An' I'd lak to tell you ' 'bout it - what we had - but I ain't able,<br>Mention jes' a few things, dough I know I had n't orter,<br>Fu' I know 't will staht a hank'rin' an' yo' muouf'll 'mence to worter.<br>We had wheat bread white ez cotton an' a egg pone jues like gol',<br>Hog jole, bilin' hot an' steamin' roasted shoat an' ham sliced cold -<br>Look out! What's de mattah wif you? Don't be fallin' on de flo';<br>Ef it's go'n' to 'fect you dat way, I won't tell you nothin' mo'.<br>Dah now - well, we had hot chttlin's - now you's tryin' ag 'in to fall,<br>Cain't you stan' to hyeah about it? S'pose you'd been an' seed it all;<br>Seed dem gread big sweet pertaters, layin' by de possum's side,<br>Seed dat coon in all his gravy, reckon den you'd up and died!<br>Mandy 'lowed 'you all mus' 'scuse me, d' wa'n't much upon my she'ves,<br>But I's done my bes', to suit you, so set down an' he'p yo'se'ves.'<br>Tom, he 'lowed: 'I don't b'lieve in 'pologisin' an' perfessin',<br>Let 'em tek it lak dey ketch it. Eldah Thomspon, ask de blessin'.'<br>Wish you'd seed dat colo'ed preachah cleah his th'oat an' bow his head;<br>One eye shet, an' one eye open, - dis is evah wud he said:<br>'Lawd, look down in tendah mussy on sich generous hea'ts ez des;<br>Make us truly thankful, amen. Pass dat possum, ef you please!'<br>Well, we eat and drunk ouah po'tion, 'twell dah wasn't nothin' lef,<br>An' we felt jes' like new sausage, we was mos' nigh stuffed to def!<br>Tom, he knowed how we'd be feelin', so he had de fiddlah 'roun',<br>An' he made us cleah de cabin fu' to dance dat suppah down.<br>Jim, de fiddlah, chuned his fiddle, put some rosum on his bow,<br>Set a pine box on de table, mounted it an' let huh go!<br>He's a fiddlah, now I tell you, an' he made dat fiddle ring,<br>'Twell de ol'est an' de lamest had to give deir feet a fling.<br>Jigs, cotillions, reels, an' breakdowns, cordrills an' a waltz er two;<br>Bless yo' soul, dat music winged 'em an' dem people lak to flew.<br>Cripple Joe, de old rheumatic, danced dat flo' f'om side to middle,<br>Th'owed away his crutch an' hopped it; what's rheumatics 'ginst a fiddle?<br>Eldah Thompson got so tickled dat he lak to los' his grace,<br>Had to tek bofe feet an' hol' dem so's to keep 'em in deir place.<br>An' de Christuns an' de sinnahs got so mixed up on dat flo',<br>Dat I don't see how dey'd pahted ef de trump had chanced to blow.<br>Well, we danced dat way an' capahed in de mos' redic'lous way,<br>'Twell de roostahs in de bahnyard cleahed deir th'oats an' crowed fu' day.<br>Y' ought to been dah, fu' I tell you evahthing was rich an' prime,<br>An' dey ain't no use in talkin', we jes had one scrumptious time!</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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Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my life see sich a sight;
All de folks f'om fou' plantations was invited, an' dey come,
Dey come troopin' thick ez chillun when dey hyeahs a fife an' drum.
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