My curly-headed baby

G. Clutsam

Oh, ma babby, ma curly-headed babby,

We'll sit below da sky and sing a song

To the moon.

Oh, ma babby, ma curly-headed babby,

Your daddy's in da cotton field,

A-workin' for da food.

So, la-la la-la la-la lullaby-by.

Does ya want da moon to play wid?

All da stars to run away wid?

They'll come if you you don't cry.

So, la-la la-la la-la lullaby-by.

In da mammy's arms be creepin',

An' soon you'll be a-sleepin'.

Laa-laa la-la la-la la-la lullaby.

Oh, ma babby, ma curly-headed babby,

I'll dance you fast asleep and love you so

As I sing.

Oh, ma babby, ma curly-headed babby,

Jus' tuck your head like little bird,

Beneath its mammy's wing.

So, la-la la-la la-la lullaby-by.

Does ya want da moon to play wid?

All da stars to run away wid?

They'll come if you you don't cry.

So, la-la la-la la-la lullaby-by.

In da mammy's arms be creepin',

An' soon you'll be a-sleepin'.

Laa-laa la-la la-la la-la lullaby.