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| DEY is times in life when Nature | |
| Seems to slip a cog an’ go, | |
| Jes’ a-rattlin’ down creation, | |
| Lak an ocean’s overflow; | |
| When de worl’ jes’ stahts a-spinnin’ | 5 |
| Lak a picaninny’s top, | |
| An’ yo’ cup o’ joy is brimmin’ | |
| ’Twell it seems about to slop, | |
| An’ you feel jes’ lak a racah, | |
| Dat is trainin’ fu’ to trot— | 10 |
| When yo’ mammy says de blessin’ | |
| An’ de co’n pone’s hot. | |
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| When you set down at de table, | |
| Kin’ o’ weary lak an’ sad, | |
| An’ you’se jes’ a little tiahed | 15 |
| An’ purhaps a little mad; | |
| How yo’ gloom tu’ns into gladness, | |
| How yo’ joy drives out de doubt | |
| When de oven do’ is opened, | |
| An’ de smell comes po’in’ out; | 20 |
| Why, de ’lectric light o’ Heaven | |
| Seems to settle on de spot, | |
| When yo’ mammy says de blessin’ | |
| An’ de co’n pone’s hot. | |
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| When de cabbage pot is steamin’ | 25 |
| An’ de bacon good an’ fat, | |
| 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, | 30 |
| 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’ | 35 |
| An’ de co’n pone’s hot. | |
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| 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 | 40 |
| 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 | 45 |
| Seem to tech de softes’ spot, | |
| When my mammy says de blessin’, | |
| An’ de co’n pone’s hot. | |
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