TESTO DEL LIED

"Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low"
di Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low, Li'l' gal, An' de mockin' bird is singin' in de locus by de do', Li'l' gal; Dere's a-hummin' an' a-bummin' in de lan' f'om eas' to wes', I's a-sighin' fu you, honey, an' I nevah know no res'. Fu' dey's lots a-trouble brewin' an' a-stewin' in my breas', Li'l' gal. Whut's de mattah wid de weathah, what's de mattah wid de breeze, Li'l gal? Whut's de mattah wid de locus' dat's a-singin' in de trees, Li'l' gal? W'y dey knows dey ladies love `em, an' dey knows dey love `em true, An' dey love `em back, I reckon, des' lak I's a-lovin' you; Dat's de reason dey's a-weavin' an' a-sighin' thoo an' thoo, Li'l' gal. Don't you let no fella fool you cause de clo'es he waihs is fine, Li'l' gal. Deys a hones' hea't a-beatin unnerneaf dese rags o' mine, Li'l' gal. Co'se dey ain' no use in mockin' whut de birds an' weathah do. But I's so'y I can't `spress it w'en I knows I loves you, true, Dat's de reason I's a-sighin' an' a-singin' now fu' you, Li'l' gal!