English poem
De Spring-house
by Benjamin Franklin King (1857–1894)
Down to de spring-house am whar I long to wandah— De ole do' a-creakin' as hit swings to en fro, Down to de spring-house standin' ovah yondah, Standin' ovah yondah in de long time ago.
Down by de spring-house de lilacs am a-bloomin'; Hollyhocks a-noddin' an' honeysuckles thick. Down by de spring-house I listen to de lowin', An' reckon de ole brindle cow am wadin' up de creek.
Down by de spring-house once again I'm walkin'; Yellah cream 'pon de shef, kain't let it be. Down in de spring-house no use in talkin'— Col' greens an' hog-jole's good enuff fo' me.
Down to de spring-house missus comes a-callin', Ol' hound's a-bahkin an' massa 'gins ter shout. Down in de spring-house what a caterwaulin'— Jais sort a-waitin' fo' de niggah to come out.
Down by de spring-house blackbirds eat de cherry, Wasp suck de honeysuckle, clovah feed de bee. Down in de spring-house niggah nevah worry— Down in de spring-house am good enuff fo' me.