E. G. Thomas [Baptist College, Atlanta, Ga.); Richmond Planet, March 28, 1903

Times is mi’ty rough in Dixie;
Satan’s in de very air.
Holt on life sorter risky,
Trouble’s broodin’ ev’rywhere.
Dis here race is badly hated;
Cause is simply dis, yo’ see–
We’s gittin’ edgicated
Ad’ de white folks can’t let be.

Whites an’ blacks was jez ez frien’ly
As two differ’nt folks could be;
Dee was kin,’ an conchequen’ly,
We jes could not disergree.
But de air ain’t nigh so healthy
Ez it was in sixty-three;
Ca’se de Nigger’s gittin wealthy,
An’ de white folks can’t let be.

Ef er Nigger dress up splendid,
Gits his voice in decent chune;
Looks like white folks gits erfended,
Frowns at him, an’ calls him “coon.”
Now, dee’s stoppin’ us f’rom votin’,
Lack dis lan’ wont made fur we;
See?–we’s gittin’ into office,
And de white folks can’t let be.

Nigger’s been so full o’ patien’s,
Paryin’ fur de time o’ peace;
Stid er dat, his triberlations
Takes er double-fol’ increase.
So dee’s movin’ out o’Dixie,
Huntin’ places dats mo’ free;
But de white folks down in Dixie
Swears dee don’t want dat ter be.