Extracto de A banjo song
OH, dere's lots o' keer an' trouble In dis world to swaller down;
An' ol' Sorrer's purty lively In her way o' gittin' roun'.
Yet dere's times when I furgit 'em,
— Aches an' pains an' troubles all, —
An' it's when I tek at ebenin' My ol' banjo f'om de wall.
'Bout de time dat night is fallin' An' my daily wu'k is done,
An' above de shady hilltops I kin see de settin' sun;
When de quiet, restful shadders Is beginnin' jes' to fall, —
Den I take de little banjo F'om its place upon de wall.
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