The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1879-09-05
MONROE LOUISIANA, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 8,

ssgot the power" suddenly and sent her
shrill falsetto voice ringing through
the grove:
oh, didn't ole Pharaoh git los,
Git los, git los! 81. ,os,
In de Red Sea?
Moses smote the waters and the chillen all
Moses smote the sea and the sea gave way
oh, didn't ole Pharaoh git los?
49, Sit Git los, s;: g,.sss git ios'f a,t ,os,
In de Red Scar
Down came a raging Pharaoh, that you
Old Pharaoh and his host got los
In de Red Sea.
Oh, didn't ole Pharaoh git los.
Git los, git los?
Oh, didn't ole Pharaoh git los
In de Red Sea?
Out of the middle of this chorus, at
its last repetition, there grew very
mysteriously another totally different
song. as one. picture succeeds another
in what are called ssdissolving views"
A very interesting struggle ensued be-
tween the friends of the first song,
who had many verses left unsung, and
the singers in the back seats, who had
all things against their effort to start
the new tune, except their strong
lungs and loud voices, and these car
-ried them to victory and gained the
adoption of that old. time favorite:
Meet me at tho gath'ring;
Win you meet me at tho gath'ring?
Will you meet me at the gath
viii you meet me at the gath'ring?
I'll meet you on that day.
Brother sees mote In his brothers eye.
But can't see the beam in his own.
1G8 %ns 70 1eaSe aSy: yo' sp1eR prether e alone. ~
Will you meet me at the gath'ring?
I'll meet you on that day.
They said that John the Baptis' was
Nothin' but Jew.
The word of God informed us
He was o preacher, too.
Will you moet me at the gath'ring?
I'll meet you on that day.
The next song had rollicking min
strel tune and chorus:
Oh, what a hebben belong to!
Oh, what hebben l belong to!
oh, what hebben ! belong to!
belong to de Union Band.
There was the usual little Interrupt
ton, plainly put, about stlifting de
ham OBJ oppresshun from offin de
church, which was followed by the
tour of the elders behind their baskets
and the rattle of silver and coppers
that accompanied them. The last song,
not counting several that Brother Hin
ton called tsSankey- Moody hymns u
was the most popular of all, because
the white people were familiar with it;
Don't, don't, don't yer git weary;
Don't, don't, don't yer git weary;
Oh-h, don't don't don't yer git weary
Waitin' on de Lord.
Keep yo' shoes upon yo' feet,
Den you shall walk de golden street.
Don't don't, don't yer git weary.
What kline of shoes duz do angels wear
Dat dey can walk upon de air?
Don't, don't, don't yer git weary.
Debbil's mad M I am glad.
He los' de soul he fought he had.
Don't, don't, don't yer git weary.
remember the day, reclzleck it we'll,
When my POI soul hung over hell.
Don't don't, don't yer git weary.
When I git there I'll be able to toll
How Stunned dat dizzermul hell.
Don't, don't, don't yer git weary.
I heard a rumblin' in do sky-ah,
Den fought my end was nigh-ah.
Don't, don't, don't yer git weary.
Tell yer what, sinner, you better begin,
Gates'll shut quick am you wont get in.
Don't, don't, don't yer git weary.
De hebbens will roll up like scroll,
Old earth will gin to reere and to roll.
Don't, don't, don't yer git weary.