Fus' come de animals, two by two,
De elephantine and de kanguiroo,"
and now, while he held the key-note through the refrain's whole first line, the chorus rolled up from an octave below:
"Do you belong to Gideon's Band?
Here's my heart an' here's my hand!
Do you belong to Gideon's Band?
Fight'n' fo' yo' home!"
No song is so poor that it may not thrill a partisan devotion. Ramsey stood on her toes. Down in his berth and in torture the shut-in Lucian faintly heard, turned his gaze to his brother, whispered "the Regent!" and listened for another verse. The boats were passing widely apart, and when it came only memory made its foolish lines plain to his doting ear:
"Nex' come de hoss and den de flea,
Nex' come de hoss and den de flea,