Posted by Cookie on 1/18/2006, 3:55 am, in reply to "Stay in your own back yard" Stay In Your Own Backyard Lilac trees a blooming in the corner by the gate, Chorus Ev'ry day the children as they passed old mammy's place This is all I know about it, you might ask at Good luck Link: Mudcat Discussion
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Words by Karl Kennett
Music by Lyn Udall
Mammy in the little cabin door..
Curly headed pick-a-ninny comin' home so late,
Cryin' 'cause his little heart is sore
All the children playing 'round have skin so white and fair,
None of them with him will ever play
So Mammy in her lap takes the little weeping chap
And says in her kind old way ..
Now honey, yo' stay in yo' own back yard
Dreaming' what dem white chiles do;
What sho' yo' suppose dey's a gwine to gib
A little black coon like yo!.
So stay on dis side of de high boahd fence
An honey doan cry so hard
Go out an' a-play, jes as much as yo' please
But stay in yo' own back yard.
Romping home from school at night or noon.
Peering through the fence would see this' eager little face,
Such a wistful, lonesome coon: .
'Till one day the little face was gone forever more;
God had called this dusky little elf, ..
And Mammy in the door sat and rocked as oft before,
And crooned to her old black self ..
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Cookie
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