Oh, De Weathah It Is Balmy An' De Breeze Is Sighin' Low. Li'L' Gal, An' De Mockin' Bird Is Singin' In De Locus' By De Do', Li'L' Gal; Dere 'S A Hummin' An' A Bummin' In De Lan' F'Om Eas' To Wes', I 'S A-Sighin' Fu' You, Honey, An' I Nevah Know No Res'. Fu' Dey 'S Lots O' Trouble Brewin' An' A-Stewin' In My Breas', Li'L' Gal. Whut 'S De Mattah Wid De Weathah, Whut'S De Mattah Wid De Breeze, Li'L' Gal? Whut 'S De Mattah Wid De Locus' Dat 'S A-Singin' In De Trees, Li'L' Gal? W'Y Dey Knows Dey Ladies Love 'Em, An' Dey Knows Dey Love 'Em True, An' Dey Love 'Em Back, I Reckon, Des' Lak I 'S A-Lovin' You; Dat 'S De Reason Dey 'S A-Weavin' An' A-Sighin', Thoo An' Thoo, Li'L' Gal. Don't You Let No Da'Ky Fool You 'Cause De Clo'Es He Waihs Is Fine, Li'L' Gal. Dey 'S A Hones' Hea'T A-Beatin' Unnerneaf Dese Rags O' Mine, Li'L' Gal. Cose Dey Ain' No Use In Mockin' Whut De Birds An' Weathah Do, But I 'S So'Y I Cain'T 'Spress It W'En I Knows I Loves You True, Dat 'S De Reason I 'S A-Sighin' An' A-Singin Now Fu' You, Li'L' Gal.
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