Classic Poem

O shout, O shout, O shout away, And don't you mind,
And glory, glory, glory in my soul!

And when 'twas night I thought 'twas day,
I thought I'd pray my soul away,
And glory, glory, glory in my soul!

O Satan told me not to pray,
He want my soul at judgment day.

And every where I went to pray,
There some thing was in my way.