Claude McKay, "Lub O' Mine" (1912)
I feel it so,
To t'ink dat we neber will
Meet soon, you know;
Eben when you tell me say
Dat your dear heart
Did grow 'tronger ebery day
An' hate fe part.
Feelin' all you' lub for me,
I t'ink you press
Your heart, as it use' to be,
Upon me breas'.
Lubin' you wid all me soul,
De lub is such
Dat it beat out blood, -- de whole,
An' dat is much.
Lubin' you as you go 'long
In a you walk;
Also when you chune a song,
An' as you talk.
An' a so I hate fe see
You go astray
In those t'ings dat you and me
Can cast away.
Lub, I dyin' fe you' smile,
An' some sweet news
Dat can cheer me heart awhile
Fe wha' it lose.
Lub me, darlin' -- lub, aldough
You are now gone:
You can never leave me so --
Friendless-alone.
Published in Songs of Jamaica, 1912