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"Come urrov theer, Kate Cowle," He said.
"An' go you up on high,
For such as you that's oul' and blind
There's mansions in the sky."
An' through the roof an' through the clouds
Like sthrailin' through a ford,
An' singin' Glo—ry, Glo—ry, while
The waves around us roared.
An' Glo—ry, Glo—ry, still we sang
Up to the great White Throne—
When suddently the Light went out
An' I was here alone!
Are ye plentiful in pins, Miss Geargie,
Them laps for me head is tore;
Well, good everin'—You'll be rewahded;
An' plaze pull to the door.
An' Glo—ry for ever Glo—ry
An' a Light for the blind to see—
An' a lil bit of pudden, Miss Geargie,
If Mayry will spare it for me."
