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I s a little Alabama Coon, | |
And I has nt been born very long; | |
I member seein a great big round moon; | |
I member hearin one sweet song. | |
When dey tote me down to de cotton field, | 5 |
Dar I roll and I tumble in de sun; | |
While my daddy pick de cotton, mammy watch me grow, | |
And dis am de song she sung: | |
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Go to sleep, my little pickaninny, | |
Brer Fox ll catch you if yo dont; | 10 |
Slumber on de bosom of yo ole Mammy Jinny, | |
Mammys gwine to swat yo if you wont. | |
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Sh! sh! sh! | |
Lu-la, lu-la lu-la lu-la lu! | |
Underneaf de silver Southern moon; | 15 |
Rock-a-by! hush-a-by! | |
Mammys little baby, | |
Mammys little Alabama Coon. | |
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Dis hyar little Alabama Coon | |
Specks to be a growed-up man some day; | 20 |
Dey s gwine to christen me hyar very soon, | |
My name s gwine to be Henry Clay. | |
When I s big, I s gwine to wed a yellow gal; | |
Den we ll hab pickaninnies ob our own; | |
Den dat yellow gal shall rock em on her bosom, | 25 |
And dis am de song she ll croon: | |
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Go to sleep, my little pickaninny, | |
Brer Fox ll catch you if yo dont; | |
Slumber on de bosom of yo ole Mammy Jinny, | |
Mammys gwine to swat yo if you wont. | 30 |
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Sh! sh! sh! | |
Lu-la, lu-la lu-la lu-la lu! | |
Underneaf de silver Southern moon; | |
Rock-a-by! hush-a-by! | |
Mammys little baby, | 35 |
Mammys little Alabama Coon. | |
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