Poems (Freston)/Lil Cullud Angel Chile

by Elizabeth Heléne Freston

LIL' CULLUD ANGEL CHILE

Go to sleep, ma lil' cullud angel chile;
Snuggle down yo' head on mammy's bres',
An' she'll hush her lil' chile to res',
Fo' dar ain't no use fo' to tarry in des place,
Whar de dus' ob de worl' hab got into yo' face,
An' wher ebery kinkle kink dat is dar,
In des wicked ole worl', hab got into yo' har,
So go to sleep, ma lil' cullud angel chile,
Go to sleep, ma lil' cullud angel chile,
Fo' mammy'll done watch fo' you.

Go to sleep, ma lil' cullud angel chile,
Fo' yo'll be as white as de driben snow,
In de Ian' ob dreams, whar you'se gwine to go,
An' yo'll war a robe o' shinin' white,
And flap yo' wings and crow wif delight,
An' de angels' whispers'll be as mile,
As ef yo' was jes' a lil' white chile.
So go to sleep, ma lil' cullud angel chile,
Go to sleep, ma lil' cullud angel chile,
Fo' mammy'll done watch fo' you.