And her lips were blooming a rosy red. Then my heart spoke out with a right bold air:
"Thou art worse than a fool, O head!"
I's boun' to see my gal to-night —
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
De moon ain't out, de stars ain't bright-
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
Dis hoss o' mine is pow'ful slow,
But when I does git to yo' do'
Yo' kiss 'll pay me back, an' mo',
Dough lone de way, my dearie.
De night is skeery-lak an' still-
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
'Cept fu' dat mou'nful whippo'will
Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
De way so long wif dis slow pace,
'T'u'd seem to me lak savin' grace
Ef you was on a nearer place,
Fu' lone de way, my dearie.