Three Songs for a Medium Voice

Sleep, my honey, sleep,
Night comes and shadows creep.
Don’ you fret no mo’,
The Lawd is smilin’ through the do’;
Hushabye, my baby, my dear, my baby dear,
Ol’ Man Moon is shinin’ clear,
Fo’ you.

Rest, my baby, rest,
All your dreams be blest;
Don’ you cry no mo’,
The Lawd is smilin through the do’.
Hushabye, my baby, my lil’ black lamb,
All I’se got, an’ all I am,
Is you.

Wull ye come in eärly Spring,
Come at Easter, or in May,
Or when Whitsuntide mid bring
Longer light to show your way?

Wull ye come, if you be true,
Vor to quicken love anew?
Wull ye call in Spring or Fall?
Come now soon by zun or moon!

Come ei’ väice the while,
All their words be sweet to hear,
Some that fëace to fëace mid smile,
While their smiles do seem se dear,

Come within the year to seek,
Woone you have sought, woonce a week?
Come while flow’rs be on the bow’rs,
And the bird o’ zong’s a heärd.

Wull ye come?
Ees come to ye,
An’ come vor ye,
Is my word,
I wull come!

Treat me nice, Miss Mandy Jane,
    Treat me nice.
Though my love has tu'ned my brain,
    Treat me nice.
I ain't done a thing to shame,
Lovahs all ac's jes' de same;
Don't you know we ain't to blame?
    Treat me nice!

'Co'se I know I 's talkin' wild;
    Treat me nice;
I cain't talk no bettah, child,
    Treat me nice;
Whut a pusson gwine to do,
Wen he come a-cou'tin' you
All a-trimblin' thoo and thoo?
    Please be nice.

Reckon I mus' go de paf
    Othahs do:
Lovahs lingah, ladies laff;
    Mebbe you
Do' mean all the things you say,
An' pu'haps some latah day
W'en I baigs you ha'd, you may
    Treat me nice!