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i  ’low it's  sorter solemn-like
                                             To  hear the  organ  pealin’ ;
                                           Tt  kinder  makes yer  blood  run  cold,
                                             An1  fills ye full  o’  feeling.
                                           But,  somehow,  it  don't  tcch the spot—
                                             Mow,  mind ye,  I  ain’t slingio'
                                           Ko  slurs— ez  that bass viol  did
                                             When  SamVel  led  the  ringin',

                                           I tell  yc  wliat,  when  he struck  yp
                                             The  tune,  all1  sister  1 I.anner
                                           Putin  her  purty  treble— eh?
                                             That, what you’d  call  sopranner—■
                                           Why,  all the  choir,  with  might  an1  main,
                                             Set to,  an' seemed a-flingin'
                                           Their hull souls  out with  ev’ry  note,
                                             When  SamVel  led  the  ringin'.

                                           An’,  land  alive,  the  way  they'd  race
                                             Through  grand  old  “ Coronation! 11
                                           Each  voice a  chasm’  t’other  round,
                                             It jes’  beat  all  creation !
                                           I alius  thought it  must  'a'  set
                                             The bells  o’  heaven  a  ringin'
                                           To  hear  us  “ Crown  I It in  Lord  of All,"
                                             When  Sam1 we \  led  the sin gin’.

                                           Folks  didn’t sing  for  money then !
                                             They  sung  because  'twas  in  'em
                                          A ir  must  come out.  I  i.iseter  feel—-
                                             If  Parson  couldn*1  win  ’em
                                           With preachin'  mV  with  prayin’  an'
                                             i-lis everlaslin’  dingin’—
                                           That  choir’d  fetch  sinners  to  the fold,
                                             When  Sam1 we 1  led  Hie  'dingin’.
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