For it hurts ole mammy’s feelin’s for to hear you weepin’ so!
Why do dey bring temptation to de little hands and feet?
What makes ’em ’buse de baby, kase de jam and ’zarves am sweet?
O, de sorrows, triberlations, dat de joys of mortals break;
O, it’s heaven when we slumber, it’s trouble when we wake!
O, go to sleep, my darlin’, now close dem little eyes
And dream uv de shinin’ angels an’ de blessed Paradise;
O, dream uv de blood red roses and de birds on snowy wing,
O, dream uv de fallin’ waters and de nebber endin’ spring!
O de roses, O de rainbows! O de music’s gentle swell!