Jubba

My Jubba waiting dere fe me; Me, knowin’, went out on de spree, An’ she, she wait deh till midnight: An’ when at last I did go home I found out dat she had just come, An’ now she tu’n her back away, An’ won’t listen a wud I say. Forgive me, Jubba, Jubba dear, As you are standing, standing there, An’ I will no more mek you grieve, My Jubba, ef you’ll but forgive. I’ll go to no more dancing booth, I’ll play no more wid flirty Ruth, I didn’ mean a t’ing, Jubba, I didn’ know you’d bex fe da’; I only took two set o’dance An’ at de bidding tried me chance; I buy de big crown-bread fe you, An’ won’t you tek it, Jubba?––do. Forgive me, Jubba, Jubba dear, etc. It was a nice tea-meeting though, None o’de boy dem wasn’ slow, An’ it was pack’ wid pretty gal, So de young man was in dem sall; But when I member you a yard I know dat you would t’ink it hard, Aldough, Jubba, ’twas sake o’ spite Mek say you wouldn’ come te-night. Forgive me, Jubba, Jubba dear, etc. I lef’ you, Jub, in such a state, I neber knew dat you would wait; Yet all de while I couldn’ res’, De t’ought o’ you was in me breas’; So nummo time I couldn’ was’e, But me go get me pillow-case An’ put in deh you bread an’ cake–– Forgive me, Jubba, fe God sake! Forgive me, Jubba, Jubba dear, etc.