Bow down, bow 'way down, Bow down, But lif' up yo' haid w'en de King go by! THE MEMORY OF MARTHA Out in de night a sad bird moans, An', oh, but hit 's moughty lonely; Times I kin sing, but mos' I groans, Fu' oh, but hit 's moughty lonely! Is you sleepin' well dis evenin', Marfy, deah? W'en I calls you fom de cabin, kin you hyeah? 'T ain't de same ol' place to me, Nuffin' 's lak hit used to be, W'en I knowed dat you was allus some'ers near. Down by de road de shadders grows, An', oh, but hit's moughty lonely; Seem lak de ve'y moonlight knows, An', oh, but hit's moughty lonely! Does you know, I's cryin' fu' you, oh, my wife? Does you know dey ain't no joy no mo' in life? An' my only t'ought is dis, Dat I's honin' fu' de bliss Fu' to quit dis groun' o' worriment an' strife. Dah on de baid my banjo lays, An', oh, but hit's moughty lonely; Can't even sta't a chune o' praise, An', oh, but hit's moughty lonely! Oh, hit's moughty slow a-waitin' hyeah below. Is you watchin' fu' me, Marfy, at de do'? Ef you is, in spite o' sin, Dey'll be sho' to let me in, Wen dey sees yo' face a-shinin', den dey'll know. W'EN I GITS HOME It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun' Dis sorrer-laden earfly groun', An' oftentimes I thinks, thinks I, 'T would be a sweet t'ing des to die, An' go 'long home. Home whaih de frien's I loved 'll say, "We've waited fu' you many a day, Come hyeah an' res' yo'se'f, an' know You's done wid sorrer an' wid woe, Now you's at home." W'en I gits home some blessid day, I 'lows to th'ow my caihs erway, An' up an' down de shinin' street, Go singin' sof' an' low an' sweet, W'en I gits home. I wish de day was neah at han', I's tiahed of dis grievin' lan', I's tiahed of de lonely yeahs, I want to des dry up my teahs, An' go 'long home. Oh, Mastah, won't you sen' de call? My frien's is daih, my hope, my all. I 's waitin' whaih de road is rough, I want to hyeah you say, "Enough, Ol' man, come home!" "HOWDY, HONEY, HOWDY!" Do' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin' thoo, Ol' folks drowsin' 'roun' de place, wide awake is Lou, W'en I tap, she answeh, an' I see huh 'mence to grin, "Howdy, honey, howdy, won't you step right in?" Den I step erpon de log layin' at de do', Bless de Lawd, huh mammy an' huh pap's done 'menced to sno', Now's de time, ef evah, ef I's gwine to try an' win, "Howdy, honey, howdy, won't you step right in?" No use playin' on de aidge, trimblin' on de brink, Wen a body love a gal, tell huh whut he t'ink; W'en huh hea't is open fu' de love you gwine to gin, Pull yo'se'f togethah, suh, an' step right in. Sweetes' imbitation dat a body evah hyeahed, Sweetah den de music of a lovesick mockin'-bird, Comin' f'om de gal you loves bettah den yo' kin, "Howdy, honey, howdy, won't you step right in?"