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1862–1943

A SOUTHERN LULLABY

Virna Sheard

Little honey baby, shet yo’ eyes up tight;— ( Shadow-man is comin’ from de moon! ) — You's as sweet as roses if dey is so pink an white; ( Shadow-man'll get here mighty soon. )

Little honey baby, keep yo’‘ footses still!— ( Rocky-bye, oh, rocky, rocky-bye! ) Hush yo’ now, an listen to dat lonesome whip-po’ - will; Do n't yo fix yo’ lip an start to cry!

Little honey baby, stop dat winkin’ quick! ( Hear de hoot-owl in de cotton-wood! ) Yess — I sees yo’ eyes adoin’ dat dere triflin’ trick,— ( He gets chillun if dey is n't good. )

Little honey baby, what yo’ think yo’ see?— ( Sister keep on climbin’ to de sky —) Dat's a June bug — it ai n't got no stinger, lak a bee,— ( Reach de glory city by-an-by. )

Little honey baby, what yo’ skeery at?— ( Go down, Moses — down to Phar-e-oh! ) — No — dat is n't nuffin but a furry fly-round bat;— ( Say, he'd betta let dose people go. )

Little honey baby, yo’ is all ma own,— Deed yo’ is.— Yes,— dat's a fia-fly;— If I did n't hab yo’,— reckon I'd be all alone; ( Rocky-bye — oh, rocky, rocky-bye. )

Little honey baby, shet yo’ eyes up tight;— ( Shadow man is comin’ from de moon,) You's as sweet as roses, if dey is so pink and white; ( Shadow-man'll get here mighty soon. )

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