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Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know your mother was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
The river of Jordan is mad 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
