Mornin’s

Hate tur git up mornin’s.

     W’en they’s frost germs in the air;

W’en they’re hangin’ on the winders

     An’ the aiges uv my hair.

Hate tur git up mornin’s.

     Gee! But don’t it bite yeour legs

W’en y’r walkin’ crost the bedrum,

     Like y’rs steppin’ onter aigs.

Hate tur git up mornin’s.

     Fore the sun begins tur peep;

So I heng, an’ doze, an’ dread it,

     ‘N’en uv course, I oversleep.

Dec. 6, 1894

  Pub. in Boston

Courier, Jan. 6, ‘95