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Jes' cain't hol' yo' haid up straight,
  Po' little lamb.
Had n't oughter played so late,
  Po' little lamb.
Mammy do' know whut she 'd do,
Ef de chillun's all lak you;
You 's a caution now fu' true,
  Po' little lamb.

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