This is a very sweet lullaby. The author was said to be an African slave who didn't have time to care for her own children because she was caring for her master's children.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep, my little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Dapples, and Greys, Pintos and Bays
All the pretty little horses.
Way down yonder, in the meadow,
Poor little baby crying Mama.
Birds and butterflies, flutter round his eyes,
Poor little baby crying Mama.
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