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Hush little baby, you cry
You know mama was born to die
All my Lord, soon be over

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

I've got a little book pages three
And every spells liberty
All my trials Lord, soon be

Too late my
Too but never mind
All my trials Lord, be over

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

There grows a tree in
And the pilgrims it the Tree of Life
All my trials Lord, soon be

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