Rocking like a lifted boat

On lazy tropic seas afloat,

Swing low, sweet chariot, swing low.

Delphy, when my mother died,

Taught me wisdom, curbed my pride,

Swing low, sweet chariot, swing low;

And when she laid her body down,

It shone, a jewel, in His crown,

Swing low, sweet chariot, swing low.

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