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Bedtime's come fu' little boys,
  Po' little lamb.
Too tiahed out to make a noise,
  Po' little lamb.
You gwine t' have to-morrer sho'?
Yes, you tole me dat befo',
Don't you fool me, chile, no mo',
  Po' little lamb.

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