All The Pretty Little Horses (Negro Lullaby)

The Dead LambI have my doubts as to weather a folk song is actually poetry. I even have my doubts as to weather a non-folk song can be considered poetry. Surely Oscar Hammerstein III wrote very poetic lyrics (I’m thinking of something like “It Might as Well Be Spring.”) but I’m just not sure that lyrics are poems.

On the other hand, there are collections of ballads that I love as poetry. (I’m thinking of “Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets; Together With Some Few of Later Date.” by Thomas Percy Lord Bishop of Dromore.) This collection is a collection of song, but many of the tunes are lost.

Joan Baez has no such difficulty, as she includes a version of the folk song “All the Pretty Little Horses” on her spoken word album, and so I include it as a poem…

This time.

All The Pretty Little Horses (Negro Lullaby)

Hush-a-by, Don’t you cry,
Go to sleepie, little baby.
when you wake, You shall have,
And all the pretty little horses.

Way down yonder
In th meadow
Lies a poor little lambie,
Bees and butterflies
Pickin’ out its eyes,
Poor little thing’s cryin’, “Mammy!”

Hush-a-by, Don’t you cry,
Go to sleepie, little baby.

 

 

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