Heartless Rhoda

Kiss me, as you want it so; Lub me, ef it wort’ de while; Yet I feel it an’ I know Dat, as t’rough de wul’ you go, You will oft look back an’ smile At de t’ings which you now do. Tek me to de church te-day, Call me wife as you go home; Hard fate, smilin’ at us, say Dat de whole is so-so play; Soon de ushal en’ will come, An’ we both will choice our way. . . . . . . . Spare you’ breat’, me husban’ true, I be’n marry you fe fun: Lub dat las’ long is a few, An’ I hadn’t much fe you. I be’n tell you it would done, All whe’ come is wha’ you do. Life I only care to see In de way dat udders live; I experiment to be All dat fate can mek o’ me: Glad I tek all whe’ she give, For I’m hopin’ to be free.