STAY IN YOUR OWN BACK YARD

Lilac trees are bloomin' in the corner by the gate
Mammy in her little cabin door
Curly headed pickaninny comin' home so late
Cryin' 'cause his little heart is sore.
All the children playin' round had skin so white and fair
None of them with him would ever play
So mammy in her door would rock as oft before
As she crooned in her kind old way

Now honey you stay in your own back yard
Don't mind what those white childs do
Go out and play just as much as you please
But stay in your old back yard

Every day the children as they passed old mammy's place
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Peering through the fence would see this eager little face
Such a wistful lonesome little coon
But one day this little face was gone for ever more
God had called his dusky little elf
And mammy in her door sat and rock as oft before
As she crooned to her kind ol' self

Now honey you stay in your own back yard
Don't mind what those white childs do
Go out and play just as much as you please
But stay in your own back yard