DECEMBER IN VIRGINIA.

CONTRABAND loquitur.

De leaves hab blown away,
De trees am black an bare,
De day am cold and damp,
De rain am in de air.
De wailin win’s hab struck
De strings ob Nature’s lyre;
De brooks am swollen deep,
De roads am mud and mire.
De horses yank de team,
De wheels am stickin thar;
De Yankee massa yell–
De Lord! how he do swar!
De oafs dat he do take,
De nigger disremember;
De Dutch, De Deuce, De debbil,
De–all tings dat am ebil–
De-cember!

Originally posted 2008-09-04 12:07:27.

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