VI. Courtship Rhyme Section

COURTSHIP RHYME SECTION


ANTEBELLUM COURTSHIP INQUIRY

    (He)  Is you a flyin' lark or a settin' dove?
    (She) I'se a flyin' lark, my honey Love.
    (He)  Is you a bird o' one fedder, or a bird o' two?
    (She) I'se a bird o' one fedder, w'en it comes to you.
    (He)  Den, Mam:
            I has desire, an' quick temptation,
            To jine my fence to y[=o]' plantation.


INVITED TO TAKE THE ESCORT'S ARM

    Miss, does you lak strawberries?
    ____*____*____*____*____*____
    Den hang on de vine.
    ____*____*____*____*____*____
    Miss, does you lak chicken?
    ____*____*____*____*____*____
    Den have a wing dis time.


SPARKING OR COURTING

    I'se heaps older dan three.
    I'se heaps thicker dan barks;
    An' de older I gits,
    De m[=o]' harder I sparks.

    I sparks fast an' hard,
    For I'se feared I mought fail.
    Dough I'se gittin' ole,
    I don't co't lak no snail.


A CLANDESTINE LETTER

    Kind Miss:  If I sent you a letter,
                By de crickets,
                Through de thickets,
                How'd you answer better?

    Kind Suh:   I'd sen' you a letter,
                By de mole,
                Not to be t[=o]l';
                Fer dat's m[=o]' secretter.


ANTEBELLUM MARRIAGE PROPOSAL

(_A proposal of marriage with the answer deferred_)

    (He)  De ocean, it's wide; de sea, it's deep.
          Yes, in y[=o]' arms I begs to sleep,
          Not fer one time, not fer three;
          But long as we-uns can agree.

    (She) Please gimme time, Suh, to "reponder;"
          Please gimme time to "gargalize;"
          Den 'haps I'll tu'n to "cattlegog,"
          An' answer up 'greeable fer a s'prise.


IF YOU FROWN

    If you frowns, an' I frowns,
    W'en we goes out togedder;
    Den all de t'other folks aroun'
    Will say: "De rain is fallin' down
    Right in de sunshine wedder!"


"LET'S MARRY" COURTSHIP

(_A proposal of marriage, with a provisional acceptance_)

    (He)  Oh Miss Lizie, how I loves you!
          My life's jes los' if you hain't true.
          If you loves me lak I loves you,
          No knife cain't cut our love in two.

    (She) Grapevine warp, an' cornstalk fillin';
          I'll marry you if mammy an' daddy's willin'.

    (He)  Rabbit hop an' long dog trot!
          Let's git married if dey say "not."


COURTSHIP

(_A proposal of marriage with its acceptance_)

    Kind Miss:  I'se on de stage o' action,
                Pleadin' hard fer satisfaction,
                Pleadin' 'fore de time-thief late;
                Darfore, Ma'm, now, [35]"cravenate."

                If I brung to you a gyarment;
                To be cut widout scissors,
                An' to be sewed widout thread;
                How (I ax you) would you make it,
                Widout de needle sewin'
                An' widout de cloth spread?

    Kind Suh:   I'd make dat gyarment
                Wid love from my heart,
                Wid tears on y[=o]' head;
                We never would part.

[35] Cravenate = consider.


I WALKED THE ROADS

    Well: I walked de roads, till de roads git muddy.
          I talked to dat pretty gal, till I couldn' stan' study.

    Den:  I say: "Love me liddle," I say; "Love me long."
          I say: "Let dat liddle be 'doggone' strong!
          For, shore as dat rat runs 'cross de rafter,
          So shore you'se de gal, you'se de gal I'se after."


PRESENTING A HAT TO PHOEBE

    Sister Phoebe:  Happy wus we,
                    W'en we sot under dat Juniper tree.
                    Take dis hat, it'll keep y[=o]' head warm.
                    Take dis kiss, it'll do you no harm.

    Sister Phoebe:  De hours, dey're few;
                    But dis hat'll say I'se thinkin' 'bout you.
                    Sugar, it's sugar; an' salt, it's salt;
                    If you don't love me, it's sh[=o]' y[=o]' own fault.


WOOING

    W'at is dat a wukin
    At y[=o]' han' bill on de wall,
    So's y[=o]' sperit, it cain't res',
    An' a gemmun's heat, it call?

    Is you lookin' fer sweeter berries
    Growin' on a higher bush?
    An' does my combersation suit?
    If not, w'at does you wush?


COURTSHIP SONG RHYME SECTION


THE COURTING BOY

    W'en I wus a liddle boy,
    Jes fifteen inches high;
    De way I court de pretty gals,
    It make de ole folks cry.

    De geese swim in de middle pon'.
    De ducks fly 'cross de clover.
    Run an' tell dem pretty gals,
    Dat I'se a-comin' over.

    Ho! Marindie! Ho!
    Ho! Missindie! Ho!
    Ho! Malindie! Ho! my gal!
    I'se gwine now to see ole Sal.


PRETTY POLLY ANN

    I'se gwineter marry, if I can.
    I'se gwineter marry pretty Polly Ann.

    I axed Polly Ann, fer to marry me.
    She say she's a-lookin' fer a Nigger dat's free.

    Pretty Polly Ann's jes dressed so fine!
    I'll bet five dollars she hain't got a dime.

    Pretty Polly Ann's jes a-puttin' on airs,
    She won't notice me, but nobody cares.

    I'll drop Polly Ann, a-lookin' lak a crane;
    I 'spec's I'll marry Miss Lize Jane.