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192 Ise gwine to be real nice an' meek,
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.

Den I'll run away myself nex' week.
 * Ding, Dong, Ding.

Oh, the big bell's tollin' up in Zion,
 * The big bell's tollin' up in Zion,
 * The big bell's tollin' up in Zion,
 * Ding, Dong Ding.