The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1877-09-21

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{ hab u home beyon' dis-ah worl',
Meet me at de gatherin' by an by,
Where all de gates ain set wild pearl,
Meet me at de gatherin' by an by.
Oh meet me-its will you meet mo ?
Meet me ut de gatherin' by an by.
I've been tenpted-I've been tried ",
Meet me at Gle Eatherin' by an by.
I've been to de water am I've been baptize,
Meet me ut de gatherin' by an by. &.
There were cries for ssRoil, Jordan
Roll,"a grand old tune with simple
words. HYaatlI," said Dominic Evans
| who seemed Incapable of any thought
! except of money, "ef it'll make de coin
So it was sung by Il choir of 5000
voices:
Oh, preacher, you ought ter bin dar,
Yaas, my Lord, ....... -. r.:
A-settin' in do Kingdom
To hear old Jordan roll.
Roll, Jordan, roll,
Roll, Jordan, roll. rs.
/ want to git to HeOben when die,
To hear old Jordan roll. 49,.
"My friends, said Dominic Evans,
twisting his face into iugubrious ex-
preston, 81 have succeeded in captur-
ing just fifteen cents wild my basket.
Gittin' fifteen cents will make even u
little teller like me feel smaller. Come
in, brothers, let's see what you got"
Dominic Green started this song while
the deaCOns counted the coin:
When Jesus washed my sins away,
Coin to Jerusalem just like John,
nebber ken forget dat day,
Coin to Jerusalem just like John.
When come to die, Pm agoin to be ready,
When come to die, goin' to Jerusalem just
like John.
People says John was nothin' but Jew,
Coin to Jerusalem just like John,
But de Scriptures says he was preacher too,
Coin to Jerusalem just like John.
When come to die, I'm agoin to be ready,
like John.
We're on do road to ruin, SO let's say fare
Coin to Jerusalem just like John; il.
Pm agon' to hebben, you're ngoin' TO hell
Coin to Jerusalem just like John.
tsTwenty-nine dollars and sebenty
cents" cried Dominic Evans after the
pennies had been counted. "Now, my
tr'ens, dat shows me dat you expect us
to go round agin. You'd never give
US odd money like dat ii you meant
us to be satisfied. Go out agin, you
wild dc basket, and make it thirty dol
lars" Dominic Green started another
song:
Toll yer what, sinner, you better begin.
Lords goin' to open de books dat day;
Gates'll shut quick am you can't get III,
Lords goin To- open de books dat day.
Judgments coming, Judgments coming
Dc Lords goin' to open dc books dat day.
Do hebbens will roll up like IL scroll,
Lords goin' to open de books dat day;
Old earth will begin to reel and TO roll,
LORDS goin' to open de books dat day.
Such awful book as dc Lord will read.
LORDS goin' to open de books dat day
TO dc nwfuiiest night you over seed,
Lords goin' to open dc books dat day.
\ magnificent song in the heroic
style was sung almost entirely by
Brother Green, because no one else was
familiar with it. He called it "Ah
sweepin' troo de gates Oh de Moo Je-
| rusalam -
These, these are they who won conflicts
These, these are they who stood the battles
Jesus calls them for to come up higher.
Sweepin' troo do gates oh de Moo Jerus,. lam
Washed in dc blood oh do Lamb.
Unfortunately the collectors brought
back SO many pennies that the total
was 5000. Then Dominic Evans sent
them in to make up $3i. "Look for
dem dollar anu five dollar fellers, :" said
he. -
Then Dominic Green started the
most pathetic tune, yet one that was
infectious, for all hearers Joined in the
dismal chorus:
Go to dc water when you're dry-ah,
Oh, Lord how long /;
This time next year may DO gone -
In some lonesome graveyard,
oh, Lord, how long. -
But despite the sadness of this chorus
and the melancholy nature of the air
to which the words were sung, these
incomprehcnsibie people chose rhymes
OF the lightest sort to meet the tune:
De debbil thought he would spite me,
Oh, Lord, how long,
BY cutting down my apple tree,
oh, Lord, how long.
This time next year may be gone
In sumo lonesome graveyard,
Oh, Lord, how long.
But he did not spite me at all,
Oh, Lord, how long,
For had apples all de fall,
oh, Lord, how long.
This time next year I may be gone
In some lonesome graveyard,
Oh, Lord, how long.
Thus, until nearly midnight, the
"professors" sang one tune after an
other, some rocking to and fro with
their eyes half closed, others waving
their hands in dreamy movements,
and all patting the ground with their
feet, or their knees with their hands.
Dominic Evans continued to collect
money and ask for more. -