Classic Poem

Who gwine to lay dis body, Member,
O, shout glory. And-a who gwine to lay dis body,
Oh ring Jerusalem.
O call all de member to de graveyard. Member, &c.

O graveyard, ought to know me.
O grass grow in de graveyard.
O I reel and I rock in de graveyard.
O I walk and I toss wid Jesus.
My mudder reel and-a toss wid de fever.
I have a grandmudder in de graveyard.
O where d'ye tink I find 'em?
I find 'em, Lord, in de graveyard.
I wheel, and I rock, and I gwine home.
O 'peat dat story over.
Graveyard, you ought to know me.