I felt jes’ lak a cushion o’ pins
Big as de whole creation;
My tongue was swole too thick to speak,
But de pins dey’d stick, an’ de sins dey’d shriek!
’Tel I los’ all sinsation.
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I come th’ough on de tranch-room flo’,
Wid de mou’ners on probation;
An’ when I heerd ’em screech an’ screech
’Bout “a babe an’ sucklin’ called to preach!”—