W'EN DE DARKY AM A-WHIS'LIN' IN DE CO'N.

W'en de jewdraps 'gins to glisten, An' de east am growin' red, An' de catbird am a-singin' in de trees; W'en de swallers an' de martins Am a-quar'lin' in de shed, An' de hollyhocks am callin' to de bees; W'en de gray mule 'gins to whinny An' de porker 'gins to squeal, Den it's time to be a-wo'kin' in de mo'n, Kase de sun am climbin' higher An' de han's am in de field— An' de darky am a whis'lin' in de c'on. W'en de fog hab lef' de valley, An' de blue am in de sky, An' de bees am wo'kin' in de medder lot; W'en de hollyhocks am drowsin', An' de sun am ridin' high, An' de dusty country road am blazin' hot; Den de darky 'gins to listen— As de catbird quits his song— Fo' de soundin' ob de welcome dinner-ho'n, Kase his knees am growin' wabbly, An' de rows am growin' long— An' he's hoin' an' a-whis'lin' in de co'n! W'en de fiery sun am smilin' An' a-sinkin' in de wes', An' de shadders creep along de dusty road; W'en de martins am a-chatter'n' An' dey hurry home to res', An' de longes' row ob all am nea'ly hoed; W'en de bullfrog 'gins to holler, An' de cowbell down de lane 'Gins to tinkle in a way dat's mos' fo'lo'n, Den amid de gloomy echoes Comes dat soul-refreshin' strain— Ob de darky as he whis'les in de co'n!