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.
See dis pictyah in my han'? Dat's my gal; Ain't she purty? goodness lan'! Huh name Sal. Dat's de very way she be-- Kin' o' tickles me to see Huh a-smilin' back at me.
She sont me dis photygraph Jes' las' week; An' aldough hit made me laugh-- My black cheek Felt somethin' a-runnin' queer; Bless yo' soul, it was a tear Jes' f'om wishin' she was here.
Often when I 's all alone Layin' here, I git t'inkin' 'bout my own Sallie dear; How she say dat I 's huh beau, An' hit tickles me to know Dat de gal do love me so.
Some bright day I 's goin' back, Fo' de la! An' ez sho' 's my face is black, Ax huh pa Fu' de blessed little miss Who 's a-smilin' out o dis Pictyah, lak she wan'ed a kiss!
Hyeah come Cæsar Higgins, Don't he think he 's fine? Look at dem new riggin's Ain't he tryin' to shine? Got a standin' collar An' a stove-pipe hat, I 'll jes' bet a dollar Some one gin him dat.
Don't one o' you mention, Nothin' 'bout his cloes, Don't pay no attention, Er let on you knows Dat he 's got 'em on him, Why, 't 'll mek him sick, Jes go on an' sco'n him, My, ain't dis a trick!
Look hyeah, whut 's he doin' Lookin' t' othah way? Dat ere move 's a new one, Some one call him, "Say!" Can't you see no pusson-- Puttin' on you' airs, Sakes alive, you 's wuss'n Dese hyeah millionaires.