Classic Poem

But on she went—on to the cabin sped
The aged inmates met her at the door;
She brushed them by Good Lawd! the old man said
And followed her across the creaking floor
To where she threw herself upon a bed;
When his old spouse began to thus deplore:
“I knowed it, Andy, I'se don' tole you so;
Ole Massa's drunk—of dat ain 't like him—sho!