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Hush little baby, don't you cry

 You know your mama was born to die

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

 The river of Jordan is muddy and cold

 Well it chills the body but not the soul

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

 I've got a little book with pages three

 And every page spells liberty

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Too late, my brothers

 Too late, but never mind

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

 If living were a thing that money could buy

 Then the rich would live and the poor would die

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

 There grows a tree in Paradise

 And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Too late, my brothers

 Too late, but never mind

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

All my trials, Lord, soon be over