“Git up thar, Mose! Jerushee, mind yer biz!”
“Upon my soul, look how that nag’s a-pacin’;
Why, Silas, dear, I do believe you’re racin’!
Land sakes alive, what will the people say?
Good Deacon Jones a-racin’, Sabbath day!”
“Jerushee, now you hold yer pious tongue,
And save yer voice until the hymns are sung!
‘Make haste unto the Lord;’ that’s the command;
We’re bound fer church—I trust you understand!”
“But goin’ to church, good Silas, racin’ so,