Classic Poem

De Lord he thought he'd make a man--
Dese bones gwine to rise again;
Made him out-a dirt an' a little bit o' sand--
Dese bones gwine to rise again.
Refrain

I know it, 'deed I know it,
Dese bones gwine to rise again.

Adam was de fust he made--
He put him on de bank and lay him in de shade--

Thought He'd make a 'ooman, too--
Didn't know 'xactly what to do--

Took a rib from Adam's side--
Made Miss Eve for to be his bride--

Put 'em in a gyarden, rich and fair--
Tol' 'em dey might eat whatever wuz dere--

But to one tree dey mus' not go--
Mus' leave de apples dere to grow--

Ol' Miss Eve come walkin' round--
Spied a tree all loaded down--

Sarpint quoiled around a chunk--
At Miss Eve his eye he wunk--

Firs' she took a little pull--
Den she fill her apron full--

Den Adam took a little slice--
Smack his lips an' say 'twas nice--

De Lord he come a-wanderin' roun'--
Spied dem peelin's on de groun'--

De Lord he speaks wid a monstrus voice--
Shuck dis ol' worl' to its ve'y joists--

"Adam, Adam, where art thou?'
Heah, Marse Lord, Ise a-comin' now.'

"Stole my apples, I believe?'
"No, Marse Lord, but I spec' it wuz Eve.'

De Lord he riz up in his wrath--
Told 'em, "Yo' beat it down de path.'

"Out o' dis gyarden you mus' git.
"Earn yo' living by yo' sweat.

He put an angel at de do'--
Tol' 'em not to never come dere no mo'--

Ob dis tale dere ain' no mo'--
Dese bones gwine to rise again.

Eve eat de apple, gib Adam de co'--
Dese bones gwine to rise again.
Refrain

I know it, 'deed I know it,
Dese bones gwine to rise again.