Deir blue coats cover all de groun’,
An’ make it like de sky;
An’ every gray back loafin’ round
He tink it time to fly.
We not afraid: we bring de child,
An’ stan’ beside de door,
An,’ oil! we hug it bery wild,
An’ keep it ebermore.
Praise de Lord! Praise de Lord!
We keep it ebermore.