God hez sed so plump an’ fairly,
It’s ez long ez it is broad,
An’ you’ve got to git up airly
Ef you want to take in God.
‘Tain’t your eppyletts an’ feathers
Make the thing a grain more right;
‘Tain’t afollerin’ your bell-wethers
Will excuse ye in His sight;
Ef you take a sword an’ dror it,
An’ go stick a feller thru,