I see a ship of gold. Its gates are open wide. I hear the ringing bells. Look over yonder there, on toward the burying ground. Poor boy is all afire.
Poor boy is dead and gone.
One of these days the Ship of Gold will carry me to my reward. Out of this world it will take me to hear the horns of Jubilee. Pig fat and old pork rinds ain't enough to keep a man alive. The bullfrog sleeps all day. Come night he has his say.