An’ forty days an’ forty nights de rain it kep’ a-drappin’.
Now, Noah had done cotched a lot ob ebry sort o’ beas’es—
Ob all de shows a-trabbelin’, it beat ’em all to pieces!
He had a Morgan colt an’ sebral head o’ Jarsey cattle—
An’ druv ’em ’board de Ark as soon’s he heered de thunder rattle.
Den sech anoder fall ob rain! It come so awful hebby,
De ribber riz immejitly, an’ busted troo de lebbee;
De people all wuz drownded out—’cep’ Noah an’ de critters,
An’ men he’d hired to wuk de boat—an’ one to mix de bitters.
De Ark she kep’ a-sailin’ an’ a-sailin’ an’ a-sailin’;