The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Mammy's Little Coal Black Rose

by Raymond Egan

123—MAMMY'S LITTLE COAL BLACK ROSE

You'd better dry your eyes my little Coal Black Rose,
You'd better go to sleep and let those eye-lids close.
'Cause you're dark, don't start a-pinin'.
You're a cloud with a silver linin'.
Though every old crow thinks h'es babe am white as snow
Your dear old mammy knows you're mighty like a rose.
And when the angels gave those kinky curls to you
They put a sunbeam in your disposition too, that's true,
And they just made you dark I s'pose
Cos' your heart's so white I guess dear
They's none left for the rest dear,
So don't you cry, don't you sigh
'Cause you're Mammy's little Coal Black Rose.