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Hush baby, don't you cry
You know your was born to die
All my trials Lord, be over

of Jordan is muddy and cold
Well it chills the but not the soul
All my trials Lord, be over

I've got a little book with pages
And every page liberty
All my trials Lord, be over

Too late my
Too late but never
All my trials Lord, soon be

If living a thing that money could buy
You the rich would live and the poor would die
All my trials Lord, be over

There grows a in Paradise
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of
All my trials Lord, be over

Too my brothers
Too late but mind
All my trials Lord, soon be
All my Lord, soon be over