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,