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STAY IN YOUR OWN BACK YARD (aka Mama's Little Alabama Coon) (Lyn Udall / Karl Kennett) - 1899 Recorded by: Dick Hyman; Arthur Pryor. Ah's mama's li'l Alabama coon And ah ain't been born very long Ah's remember one big round moon Ah's member singin’ one sweet song When they took me down to the cotton field There I tumbled and I rolled in the sun Daddy picking cotton; mama watch me grow This was the old song she sung Lilac trees are bloomin’ in the garden by the gate Mammy's at her little cabin door Curly headed picanniny comin’ home so late Cryin’ cuz his little heart is sore All the children play around With skins so white and fair None of them with him would ever play So mammy in her lap, took that weeping little chap And crooned him in her kind old way Why don't you play in your own backyard Never mind what the white chile do Nobody ever would want to play With a little black coon like you Go out and play as long as you please But Honey don’t you cry so hard Go out and jump on the high board fence But stay in your own backyard Go to sleep my little picanny Brer fox catch you if ya don't Slumber on the bosom of your ol' mama Jinny Mama goin to swap yo if you don't Ah-loo-ah-loo-ah-looah-loo-ah-loo Underneath the sunny southern moon Lullabye, Rockabye Mama's li'l baby Mama's li'l Alabama Coon (Contributed by Lorna Fryer - October 2002) (Corrected by Paul Tholfsen - October 2002) ***** ANOTHER VERSION: Lilac trees a blooming in the corner by the gate, Mammy in the little cabin door, Curly headed pickaninny comin' home so late, Cryin' 'cause his little heart is sore; All the children playin' round Have skin so white and fair, None of them with him will ever play, So mammy in her lap takes the little weeping chap, And says in her kind old way: Now honey, yo' stay in yo' own back yard, Doan mind what dem white chiles do; What show yo' suppose dey's a gwine to gib A black little coon like yo'? So stay on dis side of de high boahd fence, And honey doan cry so hard: Go out an' a-play, jes as much as yo' please, But stay in yo' own back yard. Every day the children as they passed old mammy's place, Romping home from school at night or noon, Peering through the fence would see this eager little face, Such a wistful, lonesome little coon; 'Til one day the little face was gone forever more, God had called this dusky little elf, And Mammy in the door sat and rocked as oft before, And crooned to her old black self: Now honey, yo' stay in yo' own back yard, Doan mind what dem white chiles do; What show yo' suppose dey's a gwine to gib A black little coon like yo'? So stay on dis side of de high boahd fence, An honey, doan cry so hard; Go out an' a-play, jes as much as yo' please, But stay in yo' own back yard. (Transcribed from sheet music in Brown University Library by HMCUSN294 - December 2005) *****

    


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