Gib Ter Me Er Lock Ob Yer Hair Poem by James Ephraim McGirt

To morrow, hun, I's gunter sail fur Cuba;
I tel yer now den Spanards guiner fly.
Mi lub fur yer hab filled mi heart wid sorrow;
I'se come ter bid yer all good-bye.

Now, huny, hur's er present I wanter gib yer;
Jes take dis ring an member me an wear;
'N now I'se guinter ask ob yer a token:
Pra gib ter me er lock ob yer hair.

Now gib ter me er lock ob yer hair, hun,
Ter member whin I'm gone.
Pray take dis ring, remember me and wear.
'N now I'm guinter ask ob yer a token:
Pra gib ter me er lock ob yer hair.