I have been searching for a song my mother sang to me and my siblings. Came upon this site by accident so hopefully someone cna help me.

Lilac trees are blooming in the corner by the gate,
Mammy's in her little cabin door.
Curly headed piccanniny coming home so late,
crying cos his little heart was sore.
All the children in the land their skin so white and fair,
none of them with him would ever play,
so mammy takes the weeping chap and says in her own kind way.
"Don't you mind what those white childs do,
Go out and play as much as you may, but
Stay in your own backyard!"

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-Joe Offer-