Whip-Poor-Will and Katy-Did

Slow de night's a-fallin',

An' I hyeah de callin'

Out erpon de lonesome hill;

Soun' is moughty dreary,

Solemn-lak an' skeery,

Sayin' fu' to "whip po' Will."

Now hit's moughty tryin'

Fu' to hyeah dis cryin',

'Deed hit's mo' den I kin stan';

Sho' wid all our slippin',

Dey's enough of whippin'

'Dout a bird a'visin' any man.

In de noons o' summah

Dey's anothah hummah

Sings anothah song instid;

An' his th'oat's a-swellin'

Wid de joy o tellin',

But he says dat "Katy did."

Now I feels onsuhtain;

Won't you raise de cu'tain

Ovah all de t'ings dat's hid?

W'y dat feathahed p'isen

Goes erbout a'visin'

Whippin' Will w'en Katy did?