Lub O’ Mine

Darlin’, though you lub me still, I feel it so, To t’ink dat we neber will Meet soon, you know; Eben when you tell me say Dat your dear heart Did grow ’tronger ebery day An’ hate fe part. Feelin’ all you’ lub for me, I t’ink you press Your heart, as it use’ to be, Upon me breas’. Lubin’ you wid all me soul, De lub is such Dat it beat out blood,—de whole, An’ dat is much. Lubin’ you as you go ’long In a you walk; Also when you chune a song, An’ as you talk. An’ a so I hate fe see You go astray In those t’ings dat you and me Can cast away. Lub, I dyin’ fe you’ smile, An’ some sweet news Dat can cheer me heart awhile Fe wha’ it lose. Lub me, darlin’—lub, aldough You are now gone: You can never leave me so— Friendless—alone.