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65 "Come urrov theer, Kate Cowle," He said.
 * "An' go you up on high,

For such as you that's oul' and blind
 * There's mansions in the sky."

An' through the roof an' through the clouds
 * Like sthrailin' through a ford,

An' singin' Glo—ry, Glo—ry, while
 * The waves around us roared.

An' Glo—ry, Glo—ry, still we sang
 * Up to the great White Throne—

When suddently the Light went out
 * An' I was here alone!

Are ye plentiful in pins, Miss Geargie,
 * Them laps for me head is tore;

Well, good everin'—You'll be rewahded;
 * An' plaze pull to the door.

An' Glo—ry for ever Glo—ry
 * An' a Light for the blind to see—

An' a lil bit of pudden, Miss Geargie,
 * If Mayry will spare it for me."