Don’t jedge us hard fur whut we does—you knows it’s Chris’mus night;
An’ all de balunce ob de yeah we does as right’s we kin.
Ef dancin’s wrong, O Mahsr; let de time excuse de sin!
“We labors in de vineyard, wu’kin’ hard an’ wu’kin’ true;
Now, shorely you won’t notus, ef we eats a grape or two,
An’ takes a leetle holiday—a leetle restin’ spell,—
Bekase, nex’ week, we’ll start in fresh an’ labor twicet as well.
“Remember, Mahsr,—min’ dis now,—de sinfulness ob sin
Is ’pendin’ ’pon de spirit whut we goes an’ does it in:
An’ in a righchis frame ob min’ we’s gwine to dance an’ sing,