The tramp didn’ hear a word he said, but slouched ’ith stumblin’ feet,
An’ stalked an’ swaggered up the steps, an’ gained the organ seat.
He then went pawin’ thro’ the keys, an’ soon there rose a strain
Thet seemed to jest bulge out the heart, an’ ’lectrify the brain;
An’ then he slapped down on the thing ’ith hands an’ head an’ knees,
He slam-dashed his hull body down kerflop upon the keys.
The organ roared, the music flood went sweepin’ high an’ dry,
It swelled into the rafters, an’ bulged out into the sky;
The ol’ church shook and staggered, an’ seemed to reel an’ sway,
An’ the elder shouted “Glory!” an’ I yelled out “Hooray!”