Why Me Lord? a Marines Story,Used

SCENE I. Room neatly furnished at the residence of Col. Wayne; the Colonel discovered asleep on sofa R. Enter Pete L. Pete. Golly, de ole man's asleep as usual, and I've got dem boots to black. An' a nice job it is too mos' a side o'leather in each one. I wish sometimes de old man would sleep all de hours 'round I wouldn't have so much to do, an' I wouldn't hear him storm around so. Sometimes he makes me git homesick to git back to ole Norf Car'lina, 'specially when he git mad an' raises Cain to tan my black hide with, as he calls it. I guess I won't wake him up if I sing something. SONG. Gone are de days when my heart should know no pain, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields again, Gone from this earth to a better land, I know, I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe. CHORUS. I'm coming! I'm coming! My head is bending low, I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe. Commences to repeat chorus, when Colonel speaks. Col. Wayne. Rises, and comes forward R. loudly. Yes, and I'm coming! Eh! What's that? Sees Pete. Oh, it's you, you cuss, is it? What do you mean, you black scoundrel, to come into my presence with such a noise as that? Don't you know this is my hour for taking a nap? Pete. No, sah, I takes my naps at night. Col. W. None of your impudence, sir. About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology. Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org SCENE I. Room neatly furnished at the residence of Col. Wayne; the Colonel discovered asleep on sofa R. Enter Pete L. Pete. Golly, de ole man's asleep as usual, and I've got dem boots to black. An' a nice job it is too mos' a side o'leather in each one. I wish sometimes de old man would sleep all de hours 'round I wouldn't have so much to do, an' I wouldn't hear him storm around so. Sometimes he makes me git homesick to git back to ole Norf Car'lina, 'specially when he git mad an' raises Cain to tan my black hide with, as he calls it. I guess I won't wake him up if I sing something. SONG. Gone are de days when my heart should know no pain, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields again, Gone from this earth to a better land, I know, I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe. CHORUS. I'm coming! I'm coming! My head is bending low, I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe. Commences to repeat chorus, when Colonel speaks. Col. Wayne. Rises, and comes forward R. loudly. Yes, and I'm coming! Eh! What's that? Sees Pete. Oh, it's you, you cuss, is it? What do you mean, you black scoundrel, to come into my presence with such a noise as that? Don't you know this is my hour for taking a nap? Pete. No, sah, I takes my naps at night. Col. W. None of your impudence, sir. About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology. Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org