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| LITTLE brown baby wif spa’klin’ eyes, | |
| Come to yo’ pappy an’ set on his knee. | |
| What you been doin’, suh—makin’ san’ pies? | |
| Look at dat bib—You’s ez du’ty ez me. | |
| Look at dat mouf—dat’s merlasses, I bet; | 5 |
| Come hyeah, Maria, an’ wipe off his han’s. | |
| Bees gwine to ketch you an’ eat you up yit, | |
| Bein’ so sticky an’ sweet—goodness lan’s! | |
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| Little brown baby wif spa’klin’ eyes | |
| Who’s pappy’s darlin’ an’ who’s pappy’s chile? | 10 |
| Who is it all de day nevah once tries | |
| Fu’ to be cross, er once loses dat smile? | |
| Whah did you git dem teef? My, you’s a scamp! | |
| Whah did dat dimple come f’om in yo’ chin? | |
| Pappy do’ know you—I b’lieves you’s a tramp; | 15 |
| Mammy, dis hyeah’s some ol’ straggler got in! | |
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| Let’s th’ow him outen de do’ in de san’, | |
| We do’ want stragglers a-layin’ ’roun’ hyeah; | |
| Let’s gin him ’way to de big buggah-man; | |
| I know he’s hidin’ erroun’ hyeah right neah. | 20 |
| Buggah-man, buggah-man, come in de do’, | |
| Hyeah’s a bad boy you kin have fu’ to eat. | |
| Mammy an’ pappy do’ want him no mo’, | |
| Swaller him down f’om his haid to his feet! | |
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| Dah, now, I t’ought dat you’d hug me up close. | 25 |
| Go back, ol’ buggah, you sha’n’t have dis boy. | |
| He ain’t no tramp, ner no straggler, of co’se; | |
| He’s pappy’s pa’dner an’ playmate an’ joy. | |
| Come to you’ pallet now—go to you’ res’; | |
| Wisht you could allus know ease an’ cleah skies; | 30 |
| Wisht you could stay jes’ a chile on my breas’— | |
| Little brown baby wif spa’klin’ eyes! | |
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