Uncle Jim’s Baptist Revival Hymn

Solo.—
            Sin’s rooster’s crowed, Ole Mahster’s riz,
            De sleepin’-time is pas’;
            Wake up dem lazy Baptissis,
Chorus.—
            Dey’s mightily in de grass, grass,
            Dey’s mightily in de grass.

Ole Mahster’s blowed de mornin’ horn,
      He’s blowed a powerful blas’;
O Baptis’ come, come hoe de corn,
            You’s mightily in de grass, grass,
            You’s mightily in de grass.

De Meth’dis team’s done hitched; O fool,
      De day’s a-breakin’ fas’;
Gear up dat lean ole Baptis’ mule,
            Dey’s mightily in de grass, grass,
            Dey’s mightily in de grass.

De workmen’s few an’ mons’rous slow,
      De cotton’s sheddin’ fas’;
Whoop, look, jes’ look at de Baptis’ row,
            Hit’s mightily in de grass, grass,
            Hit’s mightily in de grass.

De jay-bird squeal to de mockin’-bird: “Stop!
      Don’ gimme none o’ yo’ sass;
Better sing one song for de Baptis’ crop,
            Dey’s mightily in de grass, grass,
            Dey’s mightily in de grass.”

And de ole crow croak: “Don’ work, no, no;”
      But de fiel’-lark say, “Yaas, yaas,
An’ I spec’ you mighty glad, you debblish crow,
            Dat de Baptissis’s in de grass, grass,
            Dat de Baptissis’s in de grass!”

Lord, thunder us up to de plowin’-match,
      Lord, peerten de hoein’ fas’,
Yea, Lord, hab mussy on de Baptis’ patch,
            Dey’s mightily in de grass, grass,
            Dey’s mightily in de grass.