Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings

II. CAMP-MEETING SONG *

     OH, de worril is roun' en de worril is wide—
     Lord! 'member deze chillun in de mornin'—

     Hit's a mighty long ways up de mountain side,
     En dey ain't no place fer dem sinners fer ter hide,
     En dey ain't no place whar sin kin abide,
     W'en de Lord shill come in de mornin'!
     Look up en look aroun',
     Fling yo' burden on de groun',
     Hit's a gittin' mighty close on ter mornin'!
     Smoove away sin's frown—
     Retch up en git de crown,
     W'at de Lord will fetch in de mornin'!

     De han' er ridem'shun, hit's hilt out ter you—
     Lord! 'member dem sinners in de mornin'!
     Hit's a mighty pashent han', but de days is but few,
     W'en Satun, he'll come a demandin' un his due,
     En de stiff-neck sinners 'll be smotin' all fru-
     Oh, you better git ready for de mornin'!
     Look up en set yo' face
     To'ds de green hills of grace
     'Fo' de sun rises up in de mornin'—
     Oh, you better change yo' base,
     Hits yo' soul's las' race
     For de glory dat's a comin' in de mornin'!

     De farmer gits ready w'en de lan's all plowed
     For ter sow dem seeds in de mornin'
     De sperrit may be puny en de flesh may be proud,
     But you better cut loose fum de scoffin' crowd,
     En jine dose Christuns w'at's a cryin' out loud
     Fer de Lord fer ter come in de mornin'!
     Shout loud en shout long,
     Let de eckoes ans'er strong,
     W'en de sun rises up in de mornin'!
     Oh, you allers will be wrong
     Twel you choose ter belong
     Ter de Marster w'at's a comin' in de mornin'!

     *In the days of slavery, the religious services held by the

      were marvels of earnestness and devotion.