Author Anonymous 'Tis the old ship of Zion, Git on board. It has landed many a thousand, Git on board. Ain't no danger in de water... It was good for my dear mother... It was good for my dear father... It will take you home to Glory... Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments