Li'L' Gal

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 o' trouble brewin' an' a-stewin' in my breas',         Li'l' gal.     Whut 's de mattah wid de weathah, whut'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 da'ky fool you 'cause de clo'es he waihs is fine,         Li'l' gal.     Dey 's a hones' hea't a-beatin' unnerneaf dese rags o' mine,         Li'l' gal.     Cose dey ain' no use in mockin' whut de birds an' weathah do,     But I 's so'y I cain'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.