An’ ’lowed he’s gwine to build a boat to beat de steamah “Natchez.”
Ol’ Noah kep’ a-nailin’, an’ a-chippin’, an’ a-sawin’;
An’ all de wicked neighboirs kep’ a-laughin’ an’ a-pshawin’;
But Noah didn’t min’ ’em—knowin’ what wuz gwine to happen;
An’ forty days and forty nights de rain it kept a-drappin’.
Now, Noah had done cotched a lot ob ebery sort o’ beas’es—
Ob all de shows a-trabbelin’ it beat ’em all to pieces!
He had a Morgan colt, an’ sebral head o’ Jarsey cattle—
An’ drew ’em ’board de ark as soon’s he heared de thunder rattle.
Den sech anoder fall ob rain!—it come so awful hebby