Dis, dat an' tutter : poems / Elliot Blaine Henderson [electronic text]

Wished I'd Rode Mah Hoss.

TO DR. E. J. WILSON, Columbus, Ohio,
and E.G. BURKHAM, Editor of Columbus Dispatch

Rode on dat ah 'lectric kyah! Wished I'd rode mah hoss! No musstake it raised mah hyah! Oddah bin er long! Nebbah seed sech runnin' son! Swo' we's flyin' to de sun! Tho't dis dahky's days was dun! Wished I'd rode mah hoss!

Gee! dat ting did split de ah! Wished I'd rode mah hoss! Nuffin' wiff it kin compah! Oddah bin er long! Ebbry ring wuz blurred in sight! Dus' flew higher den er kite! Kooden' tell de lef' fum right! Wished I'd rode mah hoss!

When she struck eroun' de kyerve, Wished I'd rode mah hoss! It unstrung mah ebbry nerve! Oh, but I did squirm! Oh, she kyahd us down de line! No hobo kood stuck behine! Ef he had he'd gone stone bline! Wished I'd rode mah hoss!

Now an' den she sortah reel! Wished I'd rode mah hoss! Stirred me up fum head to heel! Lawd but I did quake! Tawk erbout er pow'ful prah! I sho' made one den an' dah! Strain was mo' den I kood bah! Wished I'd rode mah boss!

Once I hyeahd er moighty crack! Wished I'd rode mah hoss! Tho't she's gwine to leeb de track, Oddah seed me, Chile! I felt mos' prekareyus, son! I hain't tawkin' jes' fo' fun! Tho't dis dahky's day was dun, Wished I'd rode mah hoss!