The Delinquent

GOO'-BY, Jinks, I got to hump, Got to mek dis pony jump; See dat sun a-goin' down 'N' me a-foolin' hyeah in town! Git up, Suke — go long! Guess Mirandy'll think I's tight, Me not home an' comin' on night. What's dat stan'in' by de fence? Pshaw! why don't I lu'n some sense? Git up, Suke — go long! Guess I spent down dah at Jinks' Mos' a dollah fur de drinks. Bless yo'r soul, you see dat star? Lawd, but won't Mirandy rar? Git up, Suke — go long! Went dis mo'nin', hyeah it's night, Dab's de cabin dah in sight. Who's dat stan'in' in de do'? Dat must be Mirandy, sho', Git up, Suke — go long! Got de close-stick in huh han', Dat look funny, goodness lan', Sakes alibe, but she look glum! Hyeah, Mirandy, hyeah I come! Git up, Suke — go long! Ef 't hadn't a be'n fur you, you slow ole fool, I'd a' be'n home long fo' now!