To Jessica, Gone Back To The City

Sence fair Jessica hez left us     Seems ez ef she hed bereft us,     When she went, o half o livin;     Fer we never knowed shed driven     Into us so much content,     Till fair Jessica hed went.         (Knowed a feller once thet cried         When his yaller dog hed died.)     We haint near ez bright an chirky,     An the sun shines blue an murky,     Kind o sadly an dishearted,     Like ets sperret bed departed;     Just ez ef ets joy bed ceased     Sence fair Jessica s gone East.         (Not but what ets always sober         Sort o weather in October.)     Then the posies, too, seems human,     An hez all quit o their bloomin;     An the trees they show a pallor     An hey turned a heart-sick yaller,     Sayin, No use livin on     Ef fair Jessica hez gone.         (Folks thet knows sez this ez all         Very common in the fall.)     Truth ez, Im a-feelin sadly;     Things ez goin kind o badly     Round my heart an other vitals     (Brings on poetry recitals     O my woes most evry day)     Sence fair Jessicas away.         (Kind o think thet I will haf ter         Smoke a leetle less hereafter.)     But, with fun aside, you know,     Were blamed sorry she must go;     An we hope shell think, maybe,     Z well o us ez we o she.