Darlin’, though you lub me still,
   I feel it so,
To t’ink dat we neber will
   Meet soon, you know;

Eben when you tell me say
   Dat your dear heart
Did grow ’tronger ebery day
   An’ hate fe part.

Feelin’ all you’ lub for me,
   I t’ink you press
Your heart, as it use’ to be,
   Upon me breas’.

Lubin’ you wid all me soul,
   De lub is such
Dat it beat out blood,—de whole,
   An’ dat is much.

Lubin’ you as you go ’long
   In a you walk;
Also when you chune a song,
   An’ as you talk.

An’ a so I hate fe see
   You go astray
In those t’ings dat you and me
   Can cast away.

Lub, I dyin’ fe you’ smile,
   An’ some sweet news
Dat can cheer me heart awhile
   Fe wha’ it lose.

Lub me, darlin’—lub, aldough
   You are now gone:
You can never leave me so—
   Friendless—alone.