Classic Poem

Oh, sing all de way, my Lord,
Hear de angels singin'.

We're marchin up to hebben, it's a happy time; Hear…
An' Jesus is on-a de middle line; Hear…
Dem-a Christians take up too much time; Hear…
Dey're idlin' on dat battle line; Hear…

Now all things well, an' I don't dread hell;
I am goin' up to hebben, where my Jesus dwell;
For de angels are callin' me away;
An' I must go, I cannot stay.

Now take your Bible, an' read it through;
An' ebery word you'll find is true;
For in dat Bible you will see;
Dat Jesus died for you an' me.

Say, if my memory serves me right;
We're sure to hab a little shout tonight;
For I love to shout, I love to sing;
I love to praise my Hebbenly King.