DE LOR OB DE LORD.
[ Independent.]
In dis wo'ful worl' can't I do as I please ?
Guess not brudder, guess not.
Can't I set right down an' take my ease,
Wid all I can beg an' borrer and seize,
My head on my han's, my han's on my knees ?
Guess not, brudder, guess not.
Won't some rich 'lation take pity on me ?
Guess not, brudder, guess not.
Can't I 'proach de roost whar de fat hens be,
An' do it so sly dat nobody 'll see,
An' den git off wid no dog after me ?
Guess not, brudder, guess not.
Don' you tink dat de lazy man git froo de gate?
Guess not, brudder, guess not.
Ef he don't hurry up will he be too late ?
An' den won't he hev in anodder state
A second perbation, an' come out at lass
Jes' as good as though he had trabbled fass ?
Guess not, brudder, guess not.
Ef I don't want de debbil to scratch on my grave,
Go on, brudder, go on,
An' holler, " Cum up here, you old jack-a-knave,
I've waited an' waited for you, honey dear;
Git up outer dar, an' cum along here
Go on, brudder, go on.
" I'se got a little corner close by de fire—
you ain't warm enuff you can hitch up nigher."
Go on, brudder, go on.
An' I say, " Misser Debbil, I ain't your son;
You is werry kin' to dig, but you've dug de wrong one.
" I truss in de Lord, an' he is lookin' for me ;
Good-by, Misser Debbil"—do you s'pose dat he
Will erpologize, and let me go free ?
Jess so, brudder, jess so.
An' from dat narrer escape can I fly
Up to Jerusalem in de sky ?
Jess so, brudder, jess so.
Well, den I guess I won't do as I please,
An' I won't res' my ban's too much on my knees ;
As nigh as I possible can, I'll do right ;
So I won't be afraid ob de Lord's daylight.
Jess so, brudder, jess so.