Classic Poem

When I was wicked an' a prone to sin,
My Lord, bretheren, ah my Lord!
I thought that I couldn't be born agin,
My Lord, bretheren, ah my Lord!
You must be pure and holy,
You must be pure an'a holy,
You must be pure and holy
To see God feed his lambs.

I'll run all round the cross and cry,
My Lord, bretheren, ah my Lord,
Or give me Jesus, or I die,
My Lord, bretheren, ah my Lord
You must be pure and holy, etc.

The Devil am a liar and conjurer too,
My Lord, etc.
If you don't look out he'll
My Lord, etc.

O run up, sonny, and get your crown,
My Lord, etc.
And by your Father sit you down,
My Lord, etc.

I was pretty young when I begun,
My Lord, etc.
But, now my work is almost done,
My Lord, etc.

The Devil's mad and I am glad,
My Lord, etc.
He lost this soul, he thought he had,
My Lord, etc.

Go 'way, Satan, I don't mind you,
My Lord, etc.
You wonder, too, that you can't go through,
My Lord, etc.

A lilly white stone came rolling down,
My Lord, etc.
It rolled like thunder through the town,
My Lord, etc.