Ez fer war, I call it murder, There you hev it plain an'flat; I don't want to go no furder Than myTestyment fer that; God hez sed so plump an'fairly, It's ez long ez it is broad, An' you've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.
james russell lowell'Slavery's a thing thet depends on complexion, It's God's law thet fetters on black skins don't chafe; Ef brains wuz to settle it (horrid reflection!) Wich of our onnable body'd be safe?'
james russell lowellEf you want peace, the thing you've gut tu du Is jes' to show you're up to fightin', tu.
james russell lowellI don't know how to tell it but Ef such a thing could be As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me I'd want to 'commodate 'em all the whole-indurin' flock When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
james whitcomb riley