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Chorus
Kee mo, ki mo, darro war, Hima-homa patta patta winka, Singa-song nipper cat, Sing-song-Polly, won't you ki' me oh?
Dey go to bed but 't ain't no use; Sing-song-Polly, won't you ki' me oh? Feet stick out for de chicken's roost, Sing-song-Polly, won't you ki' me oh? Chorus
A charming little lullaby was sent me by Professor J. C. Metcalfe, of the University of Virginia. One of his students, Betty Jones, had given it to him. It has a simplicity and rustic charm that are delightful.
Oh, the wind is in the west,
And the guinea's on her nest,
And I can't get any rest
For my baby!
I }11 tell papa when he comes home
Somebody beat my little baby!
A variant of this, written down for me by a Negro woman in Louisiana and given to Mrs. Breazeale for me, has a homely quaint-ness particularly characteristic of the rustic Negro mother. I have left the spelling just as the woman wrote it out for me. Though "bookerman" is n't in the dictionary, any child in the South knows what it means.
Go to sleep, little baby,
Before the bookerman catch you.
Turkey in the nest
Can't get a rest,
Can't get a rest.for the baby.
Vivid imagery and dramatic dialogue are to be found in a lullaby sent by Mrs. Diggs from Lynchburg, Virginia.
Great Big Dog
Great big dog come a-runnin' down de river, Shook his tail an' jarred de meadow. " Go 'way, ole dog, go 'way, ole dog, You shan't have my baby. Mother loves you, Father loves you, Ev'ybody loves Baby. Mother loves you, Father loves you, Ev'ybody loves Baby. |
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