Ballad of Birmingham

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Mother dear, may I go downtownInstead of out to play,And march the streets of BirminghamIn a Freedom March today
No, baby, no, you may not go,For the dogs are fierce and wild,And clubs and hoses, guns and jailsAren’t good for a little child.
But, mother, I won’t be alone.Other children will go with me,And march the streets of BirminghamTo make our country free.
No, baby, no, you may not go,For I fear those guns will fire.But you may go to church insteadAnd sing in the children’s choir.
She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,And bathed rose petal sweet,And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,And white shoes on her feet.
The mother smiled to know her childWas in the sacred place,But that smile was the last smileTo come upon her face.

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