Lyrics of Lowly Life / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]

THE LAWYERS' WAY.

I'VE been list'nin' to them lawyers In the court house up the street, An' I've come to the conclusion That I'm most completely beat. Fust one feller riz to argy, An' he boldly waded in As he dressed the tremblin' pris'ner In a coat o' deep-dyed sin.

Why, he painted him all over In a hue o' blackest crime, An' he smeared his reputation With the thickest kind o' grime,

Tell I found myself a-wond'rin', In a misty way and dim, How the Lord had come to fashion Sich an awful man as him.

Then the other lawyer started, An', with brimmin', tearful eyes, Said his client was a martyr That was brought to sacrifice. An' he give to that same pris'ner Every blessed human grace, Tell I saw the light o' virtue Fairly shinin' from his face.

Then I own 'at I was puzzled How sich things could rightly be; An' this aggervatin' question Seems to keep a-puzzlin' me. So, will some one please inform me, An' this mystery unroll — How an angel an' a devil Can persess the self-same soul?