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Bro. Simmons
“WALK right in Brother Wilson—how you feelin’ to-day?” | |
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Bro. Wilson
“Jes Mod’rate, Brother Simmons, but den I ginnerly feels dat way.” | |
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Bro. Simmons
“Here’s White an’ Black an’ Brown an’ Green; how’s all you gent’men’s been?” | |
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Bro. White
“My health is good but my bus’ness slack.” | |
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Bro. Black
“I’se been suff’rin’ lots wid pains in my back.” | 5 |
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Bro. Brown
“My ole ’ooman’s sick, but I’se alright—” | |
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Bro. Green
“Yes, I went aftuh Doctuh fuh her ’tuther night—” | |
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Bro. Simmons
“Here’s Sandy Turner, as I live!” | |
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Bro. Turner
“Yes, I didn’ ’spect to git here—but here I is!” | |
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Bro. Simmons
“Now, gent’mens, make yo’selves to home, | 10 |
| Dare’s nothin’ to fear—my ole ’ooman’s gone— | |
| My stars; da weather’s pow’ful warm— | |
| I wouldn’ be s’prised ef we had a storm.” | |
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Bro. Brown
“No, Brother Simmons, we kin safely say— | |
| ’Tain’t gwine to be no storm to-day | 15 |
| Kase here am facts days mighty plain | |
| An’ any time you sees ’em you kin look fuh rain | |
| Any time you hears da cheers an’ tables crack | |
| An’ da folks wid rheumatics—dare jints is on da rack—” | |
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All
“Lookout fuh rain, rain, rain. | 20 |
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| “When da ducks quack loud an’ da peacocks cry, | |
| An’ da far off hills seems to be right nigh, | |
| Prepare fuh rain, rain, rain! | |
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| “When da ole cat on da hearth wid her velvet paws | |
| ’Gins to wipin’ over her whiskered jaws, | 25 |
| Sho’ sign o’ rain, rain, rain! | |
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| “When da frog’s done changed his yaller vest, | |
| An’ in his brown suit he is dressed, | |
| Mo’ rain, an’ still mo’ rain! | |
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| “When you notice da air it stare’s stock still, | 30 |
| An’ da blackbird’s voice it gits so awful shrill, | |
| Dat am da time fuh rain. | |
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| “When yo’ dog quits bones an’ begins to fas’, | |
| An’ when you see him eatin’; he’s eatin’ grass: | |
| Shoes’, trues’, cert’nes sign ob rain!” | 35 |
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Refrain
“No, Brother Simmons, we kin safely say, | |
| ’Tain’t gwine tuh be no rain to-day, | |
| Kase da sut ain’t fallin’ an’ da dogs ain’t sleep, | |
| An’ you ain’t seen no spiders fum dare cobwebs creep; | |
| Las’ night da sun went bright to bed, | 40 |
| An’ da moon ain’t nevah once been seen to hang her head; | |
| If you’se watched all dis, den you kin safely say, | |
| Dat dare ain’t a-gwine to be no rain to-day.” | |
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