Classic Poem

Listen to the lambs, all a-cryin',
All a-cryin'

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd,
And carry the young lambs in his bosom.

Come on, sister, with you' ups an' downs,
Listen to the lambs, all a-cryin';
Angels waiting for to give you a crown,
Listen to the lambs, all a-cryin'.
Come on, sister, and don't be ashamed,
Angels waiting for to write your name;
Mind out, brother, how you walk on de cross,
Foot might slip, an' your soul get lost.