Lilac trees.

Lilac trees are blooming in the corner by the gate.
Mammies at her little cabin door.
Curly headed pikkininies coming home so late.
Crying 'cuz his little heart is sore.
All the children romping home from school at night or noon.
None of them with him would ever play.
So Mammy in her lap sat that weeping little chap.
And said in her kind old way.

Now honey you stay in your own backyard
Don't mind what those white childs do.
'Cuz what do you suppose they're a gonna give
A black little coon like you.
So stay on this side of the high board fence
And honey don't cry so hard.
Go out and play as much as you like.
But stay in your own backyard.