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James Weldon Johnson - De Little Pickaninny`s Gone to Sleep
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Cuddle down, ma honey, in yo` bed,
Go to sleep an` res` yo` little head,
Been a-kind o` ailin` all de day?
Didn`t have no sperit fu` to play?
Never min`; to-morrer, w`en you wek,
Daddy`s gwine to ride you on his bek,
`Roun` an` roun` de cabin flo` so fas`—
Der! He`s closed his little eyes at las`.

De little pickaninny`s gone to sleep,
Cuddled in his trundle bed so tiny,
De little pickaninny`s gone to sleep,
Closed his little eyes so bright an` shiny.
Hush! an` w`en you walk across de flo`
Step across it very sof` an` slow.
De shadders all aroun` begin to creep,
De little pickaninny`s gone to sleep.

Mandy, w`at`s de matter wid dat chile?
Keeps a-sighin` ev`y little w`ile;
Seems to me I heayhd him sorter groan,
Lord! his little han`s am col` as stone!
W`at`s dat far-off light dat`s in his eyes?
Dat`s a light dey`s borrow`d f`om de skies;
Fol` his little han`s across his breas`,
Let de little pickaninny res`.
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