Jes' cain't hol' yo' haid up straight, Po' little lamb. Had n't oughter played so late, Po' little lamb. Mammy do' know whut she 'd do, Ef de chillun's all lak you; You 's a caution now fu' true, Po' little lamb. Lay yo' haid down in my lap, Po' little lamb. Y' ought to have a right good slap, Po' little lamb. You been runnin' roun' a heap. Shet dem eyes an' don't you peep, Dah now, dah now, go to sleep, Po' little lamb. THE PHOTOGRAPH See dis pictyah in my han'? Dat's my gal; Ain't she purty? goodness lan'! Huh name Sal. Dat's de very way she be-- Kin' o' tickles me to see Huh a-smilin' back at me. She sont me dis photygraph Jes' las' week; An' aldough hit made me laugh-- My black cheek Felt somethin' a-runnin' queer; Bless yo' soul, it was a tear Jes' f'om wishin' she was here. Often when I 's all alone Layin' here, I git t'inkin' 'bout my own Sallie dear; How she say dat I 's huh beau, An' hit tickles me to know Dat de gal do love me so. Some bright day I 's goin' back, Fo' de la! An' ez sho' 's my face is black, Ax huh pa Fu' de blessed little miss Who 's a-smilin' out o dis Pictyah, lak she wan'ed a kiss! JEALOUS Hyeah come Caesar Higgins, Don't he think he 's fine? Look at dem new riggin's Ain't he tryin' to shine? Got a standin' collar An' a stove-pipe hat, I 'll jes' bet a dollar Some one gin him dat. Don't one o' you mention, Nothin' 'bout his cloes, Don't pay no attention, Er let on you knows Dat he 's got 'em on him, Why, 't 'll mek him sick, Jes go on an' sco'n him, My, ain't dis a trick! Look hyeah, whut 's he doin' Lookin' t' othah way? Dat ere move 's a new one, Some one call him, "Say!" Can't you see no pusson-- Puttin' on you' airs, Sakes alive, you 's wuss'n Dese hyeah millionaires. Need n't git so flighty, Case you got dat suit. Dem cloes ain't so mighty,-- Second hand to boot, I 's a-tryin' to spite you! Full of jealousy! Look hyeah, man, I 'll fight you, Don't you fool wid me! PARTED De breeze is blowin' 'cross de bay. My lady, my lady; De ship hit teks me far away, My lady, my lady; Ole Mas' done sol' me down de stream; Dey tell me 't ain't so bad 's hit seem, My lady, my lady. O' co'se I knows dat you 'll be true, My lady, my lady; But den I do' know whut to do, My lady, my lady; I knowed some day we 'd have to pa't, But den hit put' nigh breaks my hea't, My lady, my lady. De day is long, de night is black, My lady, my lady; I know you 'll wait twell I come back, My lady, my lady; I 'll stan' de ship, I 'll stan' de chain, But I 'll come back, my darlin' Jane, My lady, my lady.