Mythology & Folklore
Mourning Slave Fiancees
From Negro Folk Rhymes (1922)
Mythology & Folklore
Look down dat lonesome road! Look down!
De way are dark an' cōl'.
Dey makes me weep, dey makes me mourn;
All 'cause my love are sōl'.
O don't you see dat turkle dove,
What mourns from vine to vine?
She mourns lak I moans fer my love,
Lef' many a mile behin'.
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MLA
Thomas W. Talley (collector). “Mourning Slave Fiancees.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/talley/190/.
Chicago
Thomas W. Talley (collector). “Mourning Slave Fiancees.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/talley/190/.
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