Phus (sits down at the wheel-house and takes his banjo). Bress de Lor’, de cap’n’s bet’ as was. He say he mean git well. (Sings and rocks himself.)
Lor’ bress de cap’n,—’Lijah cum down.
Lor’ bress de cap’n’s mis’,—’Lijah cum down.
An’ let ’im git well,—’Lijah cum down.
As dis poor Jo-Phus did,—“Lijah cum down.
Swing low de goolden charyot,
Car’ long de baby, cap’n, an’ de cap’n’s mis’,
’Lijah cum down.
Patsy (putting his head out of the wheel-house). Musha! Shtop yer hullabaloo, you black nayger.
Phus. Dere aint no sich man round here. My name’s Jo-see-phus, Herodytus Miller. (Exit L.)