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| I ’s a little Alabama Coon, | |
| And I has n’t 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’ don’t; | 10 |
| Slumber on de bosom of yo’ ole Mammy Jinny,— | |
| Mammy’s gwine to swat yo’ if you won’t. | |
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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! | |
| Mammy’s little baby, | |
| Mammy’s 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’ don’t; | |
| Slumber on de bosom of yo’ ole Mammy Jinny,— | |
| Mammy’s gwine to swat yo’ if you won’t. | 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! | |
| Mammy’s little baby, | 35 |
| Mammy’s little Alabama Coon. | |
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