Gals Is Born on De Dark O' De Moon

GAL chiles is born on de dark o’ de moon.
Ef dey git hyere late or dey git hyere soon,
Ef dey come in de mornin’ or come in de night,
Dey come when de moon done dim her light,
Come when de moon clean gone, or quittin’ —
An’ I spec’ dat’s fittin’.

Kase it suttinly so dat de women gits de wus’ —
Miss Eve got it, an’ she was de fus’;
An’ it suttinly so dat de men waggles pas’ —
Mr. Adam done it, but he wa’n’t de las’.
De gals will lub, and de gals will marry,
An’ dey gits de heaby end ob de stick to carry;
Dey always hoes in de hardes’ row,
I know dat’s so.
De moon know it, too. When a gal in sight
She take herse’f off, and I reckon she right,
I reckon she right.

Boy chile come when she bright as a dollar,
Boy chile stiffen hisse’f an’ holler.
De moon hear him yellin’ an’ she kind o’ laugh,
She know he gwine to have de fattes’ calf.
He holler moughty mannish an’hol’his bref,
She know he gwine to take good care o’ hisse’f,
Good care o’ hisse’f.

De gals come a-sniv’lin’, and dey’d snivil all de mo’
Ef dey knowed what dey’s in for afore dey go.
Gal chiles is born on de dark o’ de moon,
Come late, come soon.
De moon see ’em comin’, an’ befo’ dey come
She go off a-traipsin’, she jes’ ain’t home.
She know what dey in for, an’ it sort o’ shame her,
An’ I don’ much blame her.