Lyrics: First verse Dere ain't no use o' cryin' now, So niggy go to sleep Dere ain't no use o' fussin', nigger babies mustn't weep, We ain't got all de comforts like de white folks, rich an' fine, You'se jest a little nigger, still you'se mine, all mine, You ain't got silks and satins, Fur me to wrap you in, You ain't got any silver spoon, dis yar ones made o' tin, But when de Springtime comes around de birds and beezes too, Will sing, an' all de flowers in de woods will bloom for you. Chorus You'se jest a little nigger, still you'se mine, all mine, And when you rolls yo'great big eyes why how dey shine, Your mammy loves you dearly, And will all time, You'se jest a little nigger, still you'se mine, all mine. Second verse Perhaps you don't amount to much, But niggy jest de same, Some day among de cullud folks you'll have a great big name, course some of de white folks think dat some how you won't do, But you trust in de Lordy an' he'll sho' take care o' you, De sunshine from de Heabens, An’ de fallin’ of de rain, Am ‘tended for de white folks an’ de black ones jest de same, De very sweetes’ melon sometimes has de greenes’ rind, You’se jest a little nigger, still you’se mine, all mine.
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The derogatory terms, images, and ideas that appear in some of this sheet music are not condoned by the University of Mississippi. They do represent the attitudes of a number of Americans at the times the songs were published. As such, it is hoped that the sheet music in this collection can aid students of music, history, and other disciplines to better understand popular American music and racial stereotypes from the 19th- and early 20th-centuries. Read the introduction for further information to use when contextualizing this item: http://220.127.116.11/cdm4/intro_harris.php