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Crybaby, Don't Cry
Crybaby, some say she's still heard at night.
Swiftly, and o'er the bridge the wheels did go;
A screaming mother cried for help to save
The child who plunged to waters deep below.
A haunting cry so sad, tears filled their eyes
Crybaby, please don't cry.
The road that leads where she last sweetly sighed
Is scattered with the blooms of redbud trees
And white blossoms the dogwoods left behind.
They're for the baby some may wish to see.
Don't cry baby, your mother's surely nigh.
When was it though, 1800s or so,
How did her fam'ly live, and laugh so gay;
Not knowing that her coos and goos would hush?
She's surely fed and hugged; just another day.
But, baby why, cry, why, and frighten too?
No one knows for sure, or if this legend's true,
Or where was Daddy, and why do tears flow?
But, it was this gentle child who paid.
A horrid tale some say, spoken by those
Wanting to hear the cries that bring a chill,
And the mother searching for her still,
The baby in this Crybaby Hollow.
Hush-a-bye, and never cry,
For in the arms so ever nigh, of Jesus;
Crybaby, now's time to sigh.
- written by donnadiann
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