You's Sweet to Yo' Mammy Jes De Same

(Lullaby)

Shet yo' eyes, ma little pickaninny, go to sleep / Mammy's watchin' by you all de w'ile;

Daddy is a-wukin' down in de cott'n fiel', / Wukin' fu' his little honey child.

An' yo' mammy's heart is jes a-brimmin' full o' lub / Fu' you f'om yo' head down to yo' feet;

Oh, no mattah w'at some othah folks may t'ink o' you, / To yo' mammy's heart you's mighty sweet.

You's sweet to yo' mammy jes de same;

Dat's why she calls you Honey fu' yo' name.

Yo' face is black, dat's true, / An' yo' hair is woolly, too, / But, you's sweet to yo' mammy jes de same.

Up der in de big house w'ere dey lib so rich an' gran'

Dey's got chillen dat dey lubs, I s'pose;

Chillen dat is purty, oh, but dey can't lub dem mo'

Dan yo' mammy lubs you, heaben knows!

Dey may t'ink you's homely, an' yo' clo'es dey may be po', / But yo' shinin' eyes, dey hol's a light / Dat, my Honey, w'en you opens dem so big an' roun', / Makes you lubly in yo' mammy's sight.