See dis pictyah in my han’?
               Dat’s my gal;
Ain’t she purty? goodness lan’!
            Huh name Sal.
Dat’s de very way she be—
    Kin’ o’ tickles me to see
Huh a–smilin’ back at me.

She sont me dis photygraph
                 Jes’ las’ week;
An’ aldough hit made me laugh—
                My black cheek
Felt somethin’ a–runnin’ queer;
    Bless yo’ soul, it was a tear
Jes’ f’om wishin’ she was here.

Often when I ’s all alone
                   Layin’ here,
I git t’inkin’ ‘bout my own
                    Sallie dear;
How she say dat I ’s huh beau,
    An’ hit tickles me to know
       Dat de gal do love me so.

Some bright day I ’s goin’ back,
                    Fo’ de la!
An’ ez sho’ ’s my face is black,
                    Ax huh pa
     Fu’ de blessed little miss
    Who ’s a–smilin’ out o dis
Pictyah, lak she wan’ed a kiss!