elect.
When Mister Moody rises up ’nd ’hams ’nd
clears his thro’t
’Nd loosens up his gallowses ’nd lays aside his
co’t,
I guess he’ll fool the av’rage man, he looks so
cool ’nd carm,
A-dribblin out his words ’nd wavin’ careless-
like his arm.
But pretty soon that arm goes and quivers in