Sheet# 4780
Whip-O-Will

"When the shades of night have fallen, And the sun has gone to rest The whippoorwill starts calling From the old oak by his nest. Then mammy calls her little babe And rocks him to and fro, She tells just why he's calling In words so soft and low"

CHORUS: "Whip o will, whip o will Calling from the tree tops over head Whip o will Whip o will Time my little dusky babe's in bed..."