A he and a she marched in.Then God said: Noah, Bar the door!And Noah barred the door.
And a little black spot begun to spread,Like a bottle of ink spilling over the sky;And the thunder rolled like a rumbling drum;And the lightning jumped from pole to pole;And it rained down rain, rain, rain,Great God, but didn't it rain!For forty days and forty nightsWaters poured down and waters gushed up;And the dry land turned to sea.And the old ark-a she begun to ride;The old ark-a she begun to rock;Sinners came a-running down to the ark;Sinners came a-swimming all round the ark;Sinners pleaded and sinners prayed—Sinners wept and sinners wailed—But Noah'd done barred the door.
And the trees and the hills and the mountain topsSlipped underneath the waters.And the old ark sailed that lonely sea—For twelve long months she sailed that sea,A sea without a shore.
Then the waters begun to settle down,And the ark touched bottom on the tallest peakOf old Mount Ararat.The dove brought Noah the olive leaf,
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