Hushaby, don't you cry. Go to sleepy, little baby. When you wake, you shall have cake. And all the pretty little horses. Blacks and bays, dapples and grays, Coach and six- a little horses. Way down yonder in the meadow, There's a poor little lambie; The bees and the butterflies pickin out his eyes, The poor little thing cries, "Mammy." Hushaby, don't you cry, Go to sleepy, little baby. I heard a pickaninny crying Down in Tennessee one night; His little heart was nearly breaking Just because he wasn't white; Then his dear old Mammy kiss'd him And she said "Chile don' you sigh Weep no more, my baby," Then she sang a Dixie Lullaby: And then I saw that dear old Mammy Kiss those baby tears away While in her arms the baby nestled Happy as a child at play; Then she whispered "Mammy loves you, You're as sweet as 'possum pie, Go to sleep, my honey, While your mammy sings a lullaby" Chorus You better dry your eyes, my little Coal Black Rose (and don't you cry) You better go to sleep and let those eyelids cloes (just hush a-by) 'Cause you're dark, don't start apinin' Your're a cloud with a silver lining; Tho' ev'ry old crow thinks his babe am white as snow, Your dear old Mammy knows you're mighty like a rose; And when the angels gave those kinky curls to you (so curly que) They put a sunbeam in your disposition too, that's true, The reason you're so black I 'spose They forgot to give your Mammy a talcum powder chamois, So don't you cry, don't you sigh, 'Cause you're mammy's little Coal Black Rose.