Chorus

"O, go to sleepy, sleepy, li'l baby,

'Cause when you wake, you'll git some cake,

And ride a li'l white hossy.

O, de li'l butterfly, he stole some pie,

Go to sleepy, li'l baby.

And flew so high till he put out his eye,

O, go to sleepy, li'l baby."

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