Lyrics: First verse ‘Way down upon a cotton farm in Southern Alabam', there dwells a happy Mammy and her babes, Two pumpkin colored pickaninies playing in the sand, and frolicing beneath the palm leaf shades. When evening comes they toddle home and feast on mush and milk, Their Mammy hums to them her plaintive tunes, Then oft to sleep they go, as she rocks them to and fro, These cunning little pumpkin colored coons. Chorus Go to sleep, sh! my little pickaninies, Don't you weep or cry, If you don't Mammy won't Buy her babies any more sweet ‘lasses candy, Shut your eyes, Sh! my little pickaninies, Dad will be here soon Sh! don't cry, Byaby, Mammy's little pumpkin colored coons. Second verse Each evening after supper, when his daily toil is o'er, the Daddy of these cunning little coons, Takes each upon his knee from off the kitchen floor, their little eyes with laughter shine like moons. Then to amuse his little pets, ‘till Mammy makes the bed, Dad sings to them some old familiar tunes, It nearly breaks his heart, when from them he has to part, When Mammy puts to bed her little coons.
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