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!