DE eyarfquake a-shakin' Jes' a short time ago Was Belzabub a-pullin' Out de clinkers down below. So yo' bettah drap yo' sinnin', Kase ol' Satan he's a-grinnin', Bime-by de big saxafhone Am shuahly gwine to blow. Cose yo's laffin now, Bekase it's mighty still. Bime-by she gwine ter shake Wid a pow'ful heavy chill; An' de ole bell in de towah 'S gwine to fall down wid de powah, An' de millstones go dancin' Roun' de bottom ob de mill. Some day dar's gwine ter open De bigges' kin' ob crack, An' dis hyar coon's a-hopin' Dat de Lord won't hol' yo' back, 'Speshly Jaspah Jones McClellan, 'Yo's de one I 'se bin a-tellin' 'But de use of bad profanity An' also plug terbac. 'Fore de debbil shake De furnace down agin, Yo' bettah ask de Lord To rid yo' ob yo' sin, Kase when Satan wants some fuel To warm up his brimstone gruel He'll ope de furnace do' An' de draf' 'll suck yo' in. Doan be loafin' now An' shootin' craps aroun'; Yo' bettah be a-tryin' on De white probashion gown; Fus' yo' know all ob a sudden Mos' yo' coons 'll take to scuddin' An' dose cushun feet Dey 'll nevah tech de groun'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GROWING OLD by JOHN MASEFIELD THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS APPARITIONS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 3 by ROBERT BROWNING |