Right up to Massa Linkum's side
Dat no-count Parson came,
A bowin' like a turkey-cock
An' callin' him by name.
Dat no-count Parson came,
A bowin' like a turkey-cock
An' callin' him by name.
He shook de President by de hand,
An' den I heard him say:
"We're mighty glad dat you hab come,
Mars Linkum,—let us pray."
An' den I heard him say:
"We're mighty glad dat you hab come,
Mars Linkum,—let us pray."
I tell you chillun, I was scared
For our ole Parson den,
To hear him talkin' dat a way
To such official men.
For our ole Parson den,
To hear him talkin' dat a way
To such official men.
I spec' Mars Linkum dun get mad
An' knock dat nigger flat,
Or mebbe kick him in de shins,
Or smash his Sunday hat.
An' knock dat nigger flat,
Or mebbe kick him in de shins,
Or smash his Sunday hat.
But Massa Linkum only smiled
At what dat Parson said,
An' took his big tall beaver off
An' den bowed down his head.
At what dat Parson said,
An' took his big tall beaver off
An' den bowed down his head.
Den Parson Jake, he knelt right down
Upon dat dirty street,
An' prayed a pra'r dat fairly took
Dis nigger off his feet.
Upon dat dirty street,
An' prayed a pra'r dat fairly took
Dis nigger off his feet.
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