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Rh When de chittlins is a-sputter'n'
 * So's to show you whah dey's at;

Tek away yo' sody biscuit,
 * Tek away yo' cake an' pie,

Fu' de glory time is comin',
 * An' it's 'proachin' mighty nigh,

An' you want to jump an' hollah,
 * Dough you know you'd bettah not.

When yo' mammy says de blessin'
 * An' de co'n pone's hot.

I have hyeahd o' lots o' sermons,
 * An' I've hyeahd o' lots o' prayers,

An' I've listened to some singin'
 * Dat has tuck me up de stairs

Of de Glory-Lan' an' set me
 * Jes' below de Mastah's th'one,

An' have lef my hea't a-singin,
 * In a happy aftah tone;

But dem wu'ds so sweetly murmured
 * Seem to tech de softes' spot,

When my mammy says de blessin',
 * An' de co'n pone's hot.