Way down South in the Cotton Land

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Lullaby from the Deep South, 1840s?

Way down South in the Cotton Land,
There's a little black boy I know.
Who picks the cotton from the fields,
As clean and white as snow.

Father sits by the fire side
Flumpin' on his old banjo.
And momma sings a lullaby
While the lamp is burnin' low.

Way down South in the Cotton Land,
Don't you fret nor cry.
Way down South in the Cotton Land,
Sandman's passing by.

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