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.