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Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning soft, soft and low
Needn't tell me so, because I know
That it's sleepy time, dance style
Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
Folks down there live a life of ease
When old Mammy falls upon her knees
What then, it's sleepy time, dance style
Steamboats on the river are coming and going
Splashing the night away
Hear those banjos ringing, the folks are singing
They dance till the break of day
The old Southland with its dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
Oh, how I'd love to be in my Mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time, dance style
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Oh, yes, how I'd love to be in Mammy's arms
When it's sleepy time, dreamy sleepy time
When it's sleepy time, dance style
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