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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Lullaby
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Bedtime `s come fu` little boys.
        Po` little lamb.
  Too tiahed out to make a noise,
        Po` little lamb.
  You gwine t` have to-morrer sho`?
  Yes, you tole me dat befo`,
  Don`t you fool me, chile, no mo`,
        Po` little lamb.

  You been bad de livelong day,
        Po` little lamb.
  Th`owin` stones an` runnin` `way,
        Po` little lamb.
  My, but you `s a-runnin` wil`,
  Look jes` lak some po` folks chile;
  Mam` gwine whup you atter while,
        Po` little lamb.

  Come hyeah! you mos` tiahed to def,
        Po` little lamb.
  Played yo`se`f clean out o` bref,
        Po` little lamb.
  See dem han`s now--sich a sight!
  Would you evah b`lieve dey`s white?
  Stan` still twell I wash `em right,
        Po` little lamb.

  Jes` cain`t hol` yo` haid up straight,
        Po` little lamb.
  Had n`t oughter played so late,
        Po` little lamb.
  Mammy do` know whut she `d do,
  Ef de chillun`s all lak you;
    You `s a caution now fu` true,
        Po` little lamb.

  Lay yo` haid down in my lap,
        Po` little lamb.
  Y` ought to have a right good slap,
        Po` little lamb.
  You been runnin` roun` a heap.
  Shet dem eyes an` don`t you peep,
  Dah now, dah now, go to sleep,
        Po` little lamb.
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