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Show THE BLACK MOTHER'S LULLABY. . I'm a little sheep mos' too black to see. So de hi re-man-shepherd, can't never find me When I'm wrop around wid de'dark er de night, And de odder sheep shine in de dusk so white So he gadder dem all safe inter de fol And leave me a-tremblm out in de col'. Coo-ce! She?p-ec! Folks say dars one black sheep in every flock. But dat hire-man-bhepherd' don't hear me knock; Hit seems lak he'd rather his sheep be all white When he shut 'em all up safe and sound at night He count dat he got in de half and de whole. When he shut-to de door of de warm sheep-fol'. Coo-ee ! Sheep-ee! But de Master come singin' a-down dat way To see ef His sheep airy one gone astray; And He says, "I wants nairy one los you know.'' But de hire-man-shepherd he don't, sesso He pull his forelock and he speak out right bol': "Tas, sah, Massa, de good uns is all in de fol" Coo-ee ! Sheep-ee! Deen de Master look all around, and he say, "I'm missin' of one" He speak des dataway. Denout on de mountain all col' and so dark. He go callin' dis-away: "Sheep oo ! Ah, hark!" He finds and he ketches me wid a firm hoi', And dar's sholy one little Black Lamb' in de fol'l ' Coo-ee! Sheep-ee! And Mammy's little Black Lamb am he! Martha Young, in The Outlook. |