OCR Text |
Show BLIND NED. I Who is dat 'nr a-p!uying? I wish I wusn' blin'; But when de Lord he tuk my eyes, he left my yhs behin'; Is dsl you, Mah3'r Bob? I fought I reco'ni.od .yo'ir bowin'; I B&ld I knowL-d 'twas yer soon'a I hoc red do hddle Koin'. Sba! dut ain't right just le' ma show you how to )i.ay dat tune X fee! like 1 couid maW de liddle talk dis afternoon. Now, don't you Ece dat counter's jos' loetlo bit too hiKhV Well, nebbor iuin' 1 (tuejs you'll leum to tune bor by-an-by. You's jus' like all musicianori dat learna to play by note; You ain'i got music in you, o you has to hftb it wrote; Now dat ain't jcianco why da debbil don't you piny by yeah? Tor dat's do onlioa' kind ob music flttia' for tft heah. Do you suppose, whea David was pic-kin' on de harp, He ebbor knowed de difieronco atwixt a flat-an' a sharp? But any tuno you called for, be could pick it all do same, For David knowed do music, dough he didn't know do name. Now, what shall I bogin on? .Somalia' lively, fas' an' quick? Woll, flan, jes' pay attention, an' I'll Rib you "Lap'n Dick." Yah! yah, young Mahs'r, don't you feel joi' like you want to pat? You hab to praetico lor awhiloaforo you ckals dail Dere ain't nobody 'round dis place kin play wid Undo Ned; Dey isn't got it in doir lingers, noidor in deir head; Dat Fiddler Bill dey talks about I hoard him play a piece. An' 1 tleclar' it tounded like a fox among do goesc. A violoen is like an 'ooman, mighty hard to guide; An' mighty hard to koop in order arter once it's buyed Doro'a alius somctin' 'bout it out ob kel- tcr more or lost, An' 'taint de fiuiuie.t looking ones dat alius does d best, Disyor'sa splendid ins'mont I 'spec' it cost a heap; You ra'ly ought to lot me have dis tiddle for to koop Tl ain't nn nan trt rnu. Bih. fnr wklout it's in de man. Ho kain't get music out do llnoat fiddle in de laa'. i It 'quires a powor of scionce for to fiddle, sab, you seo, An' acionca comes by nature; dat's do way it is "wid me But Lord! dat Bill! it 'muses me to hear him talkin' bis! You never heered a brnggin' tidier play a decent jig! Dat Bill, he's a caution, sah! I wonder now whar ho An' odder folks I kmow of yes, I wonder whar doy'il be In hebbin, when do music's playin', an' de angels shout If Bill should jine de chorus, dey would bab to put him out. Well, jjood-by, Mahs'r Bob, Bub; when you'a nufhn else to do, Jes' send for dis ol' darkey, an' he'll come and play for you. An' don't give up your practicin' you's ODly eobenteen, An' maybe whon you's oV as mo you'll play de violeon. Applelon'a Journal. |