On to Glory

O come my brethren and sisters too,
We're gwine to join the heavenly crew;
To Christ our Saviour let us sing,
And make our loud hosannas ring.
O hallelu, O hallelu, O hallelujah to the Lord.

Oh, there's Bill Thomas, I know him well,
He's got to work to keep from hell;
He's got to pray by night and day,
If he wants to go by the narrow way.

There's Chloe Williams, she makes me mad,
For you see I know she's going on bad;
She told me a lie this arternoon,
And the devil will get her very soon.
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