I don’t go much on religion,
  I never ain’t had no show;
But I ’ve got a middlin’ tight grip, sir,
  On the handful o’ things I know.
I don’t pan out on the prophets
  And free-will and that sort of thing,—
But I b’lieve in God and the angels,
  Ever sence one night last spring.

I come into town with some turnips,
  And...