THE WELTHY NIGAH.
One day along I'se strolem, Mi circumstances scolin; I saw a roll ob money in de san, At fust de money bline me, Till I 'hurd a voice behind me, Den wid de money to mi home I ran.
Dis black nigah am welthy, boys, at last; U otter see de razein ob de hat whin I pass; Dis black nigar dont seem so funny, Since deys found he's got de money, 'N dem same old nigahs am glad now ter call me boss.
Der wus sum yaller darkies in de place whur I wus born, Da uster say I'se smutty'n how da uster scorn; Da uster hab der social da uster hab der teas, Da uster hab der walkins for de cake; But me da allus slighted, Ter none I was envited, Da treated me as do I wus a snake.