Sang this one in grade school for choir performances in the late 50s. We sang it in parts with dialect and original words. All white grade school choir, first grade through eighth.   Even now I recall every word and part of this beautiful, haunting song. We knew it was a black perspective, and the original words gave you some sense of it, like a poem would. I think it's a shame that words like "kinky, woolly head" are replaced. I have to ask why? I wish that such tender descriptions of a black infant's head at imother's breast would be considered soft and quietly beautiful rather than inappropriate. That's how we considered it at the time we sang it.