“Don’ yo’ know a chile gits restless, layin’ all de night one way?
An’ yo’ got to kind o’ ’range him sev’al times befo’ de day?
So de little necks won’t worry, an’ de little backs won’t break;
Don’ yo’ t’ink ’cause chillun’s chillun dey haint got no pain an’ ache.”
So she shakes ’em, an’ she twists ’em, an’ she tu’ns ’em ’roun’ erbout,
’Twell I don’ see how de chillun evah keeps f’om hollahin’ out.
Den she lif’s ’em up head down’ards, so’s dey won’t git livah-grown,
But dey snoozes des’ ez peaceful ez a liza’d on a stone.
W’en hit’s mos’ nigh time fu’ wakin’ on de dawn o’ jedgement day,
Seems lak I kin hyeah ol’ Gab’iel lay his trumpet down an’ say,