A Death Song

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LAY me down beneaf de willers in
de grass,
Whah de branch'll go a-singin' as
it pass.
An' w'en I's a-layin' low,
I kin hyeah it as it go
Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo'
res' at las'."

Lay me nigh to whah hit meks a
little pool,
An' de watah stan's so quiet lak an'
cool,
Whah de little birds in spring,
Ust to come an' drink an' sing,
An' de chillen waded on dey way to
school.

Let me settle w'en my shouldahs
draps dey load
Nigh enough to hyeah de noises in
de road;
Fu' I t'ink de las' long res'
Gwine to soothe my sperrit bes'
Ef I's layin' 'mong de t'ings I's allus
knowed.

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