De ribber riz immegitly, an’ bursted troo de lebbee;
De people all wuz drownded out—’cept Noah an’ de critters,
An’ men he’d hired to work de boat—an’ one to mix de bitters.
De ark she kep’ a-sailin’, an’ a-sailin’, an’ a-sailin’;
De lion got his dander up, an’ like to bruk de palin’—
De sarpints hissed—de painters yelled—tell—what wid all de fussin’,
You c’u’d’n’t hardly heah de mate a-bossin’ roun’ an’ cussin’.
Now, Ham, de only niggar what wuz runnin’ on de packet,
Got lonesome in de barber-shop, and c’u’dn’t stan’ de racket;
An’ so, for to amuse he-self, he steamed some wood an’ bent it,