Jilted

Lucy done gone back on me,

Dat's de way wif life.

Evaht'ing was movin' free,

T'ought I had my wife.

Den some dahky comes along,

Sings my gal a little song,

Since den, evaht'ing's gone wrong,

Evah day dey 's strife.

Did n't answeh me to-day,

Wen I called huh name,

Would you t'ink she 'd ac' dat way

Wen I ain't to blame?

Dat 's de way dese women do,

Wen dey fin's a fellow true,

Den dey 'buse him thoo an' thoo;

Well, hit 's all de same.

Somep'n's wrong erbout my lung,

An' I 's glad hit 's so.

Doctah says 'at I 'll die young,

Well, I wants to go!

Whut 's de use o' livin' hyeah,

Wen de gal you loves so deah,

Goes back on you clean an' cleah—

I sh'd like to know?