Classic Poem

I build my house upon de rock, O yes, Lord!
No wind, no storm can blow 'em down, O yes, Lord!
March on, member, Bound to go;
Been to de ferry, Bound to go;
Left St. Helena, Bound to go;
Brudder, fare you well.

I build my house on shiftin' sand,
De first wind come he blow him down.

I am not like de foolish man,
He build his house upon de sand.

One mornin' as I was a walkin' along,
I saw de berries a-hanging down.

I pick de berries and I suck de juice,
He sweeter dan de honey comb.

I tuk dem brudder, two by two,
I tuk dem sister, tree by tree.

I build my house upon a rock, O yes, Lord!
No wind nor storm shall blow dem down, O yes, Lord!
March on, member, Bound to go;
March on, member, Bound to go;
March on, member, Bound to go;
Bid 'em fare you well.