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Religious Folk-Songs of the Southern Negroes

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Again, the negro fresh and enthusiastic from his religious experience and having “come through” sings with some relief:

I have been tryin a great long while, Lord, I jus’ got over on yo’ side. Lord, I jus’ got over-er, Lord, I jus’ got over, Lord, I jus’ got over-er, I jus’ got over on yo’ side. I pray’d an’ I pray till I come over, Lord, I jus’ got over on yo’ side.

So also he “weeps” and he “mourns” and “cries” till he “gets over on the Lawd’s side.” Then he sings “O de sunshine,”

O the sunshine, O the sunshine, O sunshine in my soul this mornin’, Yes the sunshine, the sunshine, Yes sun shine in my soul. Down in the valley, down on my knees, Sunshine in my soul, There I met that heavenly breeze, Sunshine in my soul. Ole devil like a snake in the grass, Sunshine in my soul, He’s always in some sister’s path, Sunshine in my soul.

While the song is also sung at times with more dialect, it lends itself more readily to the above form. Very much mixed and somewhat similar to those already given is “Bless the Name.”

I’ve got to go to judgment, I don’t know how soon, Lord bless the name, Lord bless the name, I’ve got to go to judgment to hear my sins, Lord bless the name, Lord bless the name. My Jesus fed me when I’s hungry, gave me drink when I’s dry, Lord bless the name, Lord bless the name, My Jesus clothed me when I was naked, Lord bless the name, Lord bless the name.

In the same song and with the same tune are sung the shorter lines that follow. The chorus is often sung “Lor’ bless the name”, and is a form of the phrase “Bless the name of the Lord.” It is used as a refrain after each line or it may be omitted.

Mary wept and Martha mourned, Lord bless the name, Lord bless the name, Jesus Chris’ laid the corner of stone, Lord bless the name, Lord bless the name. Mary wore the golden chain, Every link was in Jesus’ name. You may talk about me just as you please, I’ll talk about you when I git on my knees. God made man an’ man was sure, There was no sin an’ his heart was pure. God made Adam an’ Adam was first, God made Adam out o’ the dust o’ the earth.

The old slave songs also had other interpretations of man’s creation which differ slightly in particular from the last stanza quoted. One form occurs in

God made man an’ he made him out o’ clay, Settin’ on de golden altar, An’ he put him on de earth but he did not stay, Settin’ on de golden altar.

A favorite chorus for the old spiritual was: “What you gwine do when de lamp burns down?” So there was also another version of the weeping of Mary and Martha:

Mary wept an’ Martha cried, To see deir Saviour crucified, Weepin’ Mary weep no mo’, Jesus say he gone befo’.

It proves an interesting task to follow the development and changes in a song that has survived from slavery days. In “Free, free my Lord”, one of the verses was quite a puzzle. During the recent summer the following stanza was heard:

The moon come down like a piper’s stem, The sun ’fuse to shine, An’ ev’y star disappear, King Jesus set me free.

Inquiry was made in order to see if the words had not been misunderstood. The older negroes gave this version and insisted that it was correct, but none of them could explain what it meant. It was thought that perhaps it was a figure applied to the moon’s rays or that the loss of the sun might have meant the peculiar appearance of the moon. Anyway, they maintained, this was the “way we got de song an’ guess it must be right.” The words of the original song were,

The moon run down in purple stream, The sun forbear to shine, An’ ev’y star disappear, King Jesus shall be mine,

of which there seemed to be several versions. Other verses that are found to-day are:

As I went down in de valley one day, I fell upon my knees, I begged and cried fer pardon, The Lord did give me ease. Free, free, my Lord, Free, free, my Lord, Free, free, my Lord, To march de heaven’s highway. The Lord called Moses, Moses refuse to answer, Free, free, etc. My mother look at de son an’ smile, My Father look at me, My mother turn my soul from hell, King Jesus set me free,

is an unusual variation and interpretation of the old song; just how and when the negro inserted the idea of mother would be difficult to ascertain; perhaps it came from “master,” or more likely it was introduced by them while they interpreted father and son as names of the ordinary members of a human family. The original form seems to have been,

De Father, he looked on de Son and smiled, De Son, he looked on me; De Father, he redeemed my soul from hell; An’ de Son, he set me free.

The chorus, too, has been much confused and is given as “Children light on dat cross, God bless you forever mo’.” The song is not a common one among the negroes and is not known, apparently, among the younger ones. In contrast with this favorite of the older negroes may be given a favorite of the younger generation, “Glad I got religion.” The repetition represents pretty well the relative depth of the feeling which the convert feels. But he loves to sing it for its pleasing sound and for the faith it gives him in his own religious state. The song is a long and continued chorus and may well be taken as a type of the song which reflects the negro’s feeling of immunity from sin.

I’m so glad, so glad; I’m so glad, so glad, Glad I got religion, so glad, Glad I got religion, so glad. I’m so glad, so glad; I’m so glad, so glad, I’m glad all over, so glad, I’m glad all over, so glad. I’m so glad, so glad; I’m so glad, so glad, Glad I bin’ changed, so glad. Glad I bin’ changed, so glad.

And so he continues singing; he is glad that he is goin’ to heaven, he is glad that he is not a sinner, glad he has been set free, and many other such states. Then when he has finished he begins all over again, if he wishes and sings: “Sister, ain’t you glad? Brother, ain’t you glad?” and goes through with as many of these as he wishes, preacher, mourner, auntie, and the others.

The “sinner-man” is the theme for many verses of the negro favorites. Directed at him are warnings and admonitions. He is told what he must do and when; how he must do and why. He is told of the experiences of the Christians and he is told of the doom of the damned. The negro rejoices over his own safety and boasts of the sinner’s destruction; at the same time he constantly refers to the “po’ sinner” in a sympathetic way. But the sinner must be warned:

God knows it’s time, it’s time, it’s time, That a sinner was makin’ up his min’ It’s time, it’s time he was makin’ up his min’ to die. A sinner was walkin’ off his time, his time, An’ when my God call him he did not have the time, God know it was time, it was time, it was time for him to die.

Again the words of the righteous to the sinner are driven home by repetition, and, by a dark and dismal picture,

O hell is deep an’ hell is wide, O hell is deep an’ hell is wide, O hell is deep an’ hell is wide, O hell ain’t got no bottom or side. Well before I lay in hell all day, hell all day, Well before I lay in hell all day, hell all day, Well before I lay in hell all day, hell all day, I goin’ to sing an’ pray myself away, self away. O sinner don’t you let this harves’ pass, harves’ pass, O sinner don’t you let this harves’ pass, harves’ pass, O sinner don’t you let this harves’ pass, harves’ pass, Do you die an’ got to hell at las’, hell at las’.

The sinner may be a gambler or a dancer or a rogue or a drunkard. But each name has the same signification in the religious phraseology of the negro song. There are various ways of repenting and of serving the Lord just as there are as many ways of offending and sinning against him. “Workin’ on the Building” appeals to the average negro.

If I wus a sinner man, I tell you what I’d do, I’d lay down all my sinful ways an’ work on the building, too. I’m workin’ on the building fer my Lord, Fer my Lord, fer my Lord, I’m workin’ on the building fer my Lord, I’m workin’ on the building, too. If I wus a gamblin’ man, I tell you what I’d do, I’d lay down all my gamblin’, an’ work on the building, too. If I was a ho-munger, I tell you what I’d do, I’d lay down all my munglin’ and work on the building, too.

And so he sings for the dancer and the drunkard and the “cussin’ man.” So in another song the negro sings of the sinners and mourners.

If I wus a mourner jus’ like you, ‘u-m-u’, I’d go to church an’ try to come thru’, ‘um-u’. When I was a mourner, um-u’, jus’ lak you, I prayed an’ prayed till I come thru, um-u’. Upon de mountain King Jesus spoke, um-u’, Out of his mouth come fier an smoke, um-u’. Now mourner won’t you please come on, um-u’, An’ join us in that heavenly lan’, um-u’.

In the “Downward road is crowded” a mournful picture is given of the sinner who failed to repent. His example is held up for the contemplation of those who are following in his steps.

Young people who delight in sin, I tell you what I lately seen, A po’ godless sinner die, An’ he said: “In hell I soon’ll lie.” Hark, the downward road is crowded, crowded, crowded, Yes the downward road is crowded with onbelievin’ souls. He call his mother to his bed, An’ these is the dyin’ words he said, Mother, mother, I long farewell, Your wicked son is damned in hell. He dance an’ play hisself away, An’ still put off his dyin’ day, Until at las’ ole death was sent, An’ it ’us too late fer him to repent.

They also sing of mother and sister being called to the bedside. The old plantation song of the same name had a similar chorus but the stanzas were quite different.

When I wus a sinner, I loved my distance well, But when I come to fin’ myself, I was hangin’ over hell. Ole Satan’s might busy, He follers me night an’ day, An’ every where I ’pinted, Dere’s something in my way.

The Lord will come to judge the world and wake up the dead. It is the supreme ambition of the singer to be ready to meet his Lord when He comes. Just what form the Lord will take the negro does not say; perhaps it will be in a cloud or fire or He will come as in the days of Moses. “My Lord’s comin’ again” gives a general conception.

O my Lord’s comin’ again, O my Lord’s comin’ again, (Talk about it:) Yes my Lord’s comin’ again, It may be las’ time, I don’t know. Well he’s comin’ to judge the worl’, Well he’s comin’ to judge the worl’, (Talk about it:) Yes my Lord’s comin’ to judge the worl’, It may be las’ time, I don’t know. Well you had better put off lyin’ shoes, Well you better put off lyin’ shoes, (Talk about it:) Better put off lyin’ shoes, For it may be las’ time, I don’t know.

And so he sings “Better put off dancin’ shoes”, “better put off gamblin’ shoes”. For the sinner’s shoes will not be suitable to “walk on the cross”. He sings: “God’s goin’ to wake up the Dead” and makes a beautiful melody out of the simple repetition.

Goin’ to wake up the dead, Goin’ to wake up the dead, God goin’ to wake up the dead, Who’s a sleepin’ in the grave, God is goin’ to wake up the dead. You had better min’ my brother how you walk on the cross, God’s goin’ to wake up the dead; If yo’ right foot slip, then yo’ soul be los’ God goin’ wake up the dead.

Then “you better min’ my sister, my brother, my mother, my preacher” are sung. The old song contained words similar to the lines just given, with the chorus: “De young lambs mus’ fin’ de way”:

My brudder better mind how you walk on de cross, For yo’ foot might slip an’ yo’ soul git lost, Better mind dat sun, and see how she run, An’ mind don’t let her catch ye wid yer works undone.

But the sinner sometimes gets confused, it would seem; sometimes he heeds the preacher’s warnings, sometimes he scoffs at them. Often he does not hear them. More rarely he inquires into conditions. In the lines which follow the negroes make each a stanza, repeating three times. It perhaps represents the retort of the “sinner man.”

Some goin’ thru’ Jordan, some tryin’ to go ’round. The Mef’dis’ they say sprinklin’, de Baptis say’ baptize. Now Lord the sinner man so hard to believe, Now Lord sinner man want you to show him de way

But the sinner gets little reply to his inquiries. “Time is comin’ when sinner mus’ die” and there is none so pitiable as the lost sinner.

Sinner, die, sinner die, Sinner dies wid his head hung down, Sinner die, sinner die, Sinner die in de midnight dew. Sinner die, sinner die, Sinner die, with achin’ heart, Sinner die, sinner die, Sinner die with weary min’. Stump’ty up an’ stump’ty down, Time is comin’ when sinner mus’ die, Hurry home, hurry home; Time is a comin’ sinner mus’ die. Don’t you let that sinner change yo’ min’, Time is comin’ sinner mus’ die. Hurry home, hurry home; Time is comin’ sinner mus’ die.

The plantation song of some years ago, sometimes called “O sinner, you better get ready”, had the same line refrain, “Time is a comin’ dat sinner mus’ die.” The repetition of “sinner die”, is a new addition. In the old song were lines similar to those quoted:

O sinner man you better pray, For it look a like judgment every day. I heard a lumb’ring in de sky, Dat make a me tink my time was nigh. I heard of my Jesus a many one say, Could ’move poor sinner’s sins away. Yes, I’d rather pray myself away, Dan to lie in hell an’ burn a one day. I think I heard my mother say— ’Twas a pretty thing to serve the Lord. O when I git to heaven I’ll be able fer to tell, O how I shun dat dismal hell.

In addition to the line-refrain which was sung after each line of the song, an additional chorus followed at intervals; this chorus had “ready my Lord” where the new one has a short line, “Hurry home”.

Oh, sinner, you’d better get ready, ready my Lord, Oh, sinner, you’d better get ready.

An interesting type of song is that in which an imaginary conversation is carried on between two parties. If the song is correctly rendered the leader or one part of the chorus sing the first part or take the words of one of the speakers, while the other chorus take up the other speaker’s words. Both then join in the grand refrain, which in the following song is “Lord, I’m on my way”.

Sinner, what you goin’ to do When de devil git you? What you goin’ do When de devil git you? What you goin’ do When de devil git you? Lord, I’m on my way. I’m goin’ run to the rocks. Well, they can’t hide you. Goin’ run to the rocks— They can’t hide you; Run to the rocks, Well, they can’t hide you, Lord, I’m on my way. I’m goin’ to run to the water; An’ water goin’ to cry “fire”, Goin’ to run to the water, An’ water cry “fire”, Run to the water, An’ water cry “fire”, Lord, I’m on my way.

And so the sinner will then “run to the mountain,” and “De mountain fly open” or “De mountain cry mercy.” The sinner must needs be hopeless at his death and there is neither mercy nor pity for him. It is the idea of the negro that at the great day “we won’t be bothered with them any mo’”. A sad picture he makes of the poor, and forsaken man who dies “with achin’ heart”, with “weary min’”, and with his “head hung down”. Consequently it is not surprising to find appeals of all sorts made to the sinner man; now he is told of his doom, now of possible salvation, now of the joys of being saved, now of immediate satisfaction. Sung like the above song is “Come, sinner, come”.

Won’t you come, won’t you come? Come, sinner, come; Great day of wrath is comin’, Come, sinner, come. Look over yonder what I see; Come, sinner, come; Two tall angels comin’ after me, Come, sinner, come.

In the same manner he sings, “Won’t you come an’ see yo’ Lord?” and “Ole Satan like a snake in de grass, Always in some sister’s path,” “Ole Satan weahs mighty loose ole shoe, Ef you don’t min’ gwine slip it on you”. “Up on hill side King Jesus spoke, Out of his mouth come fier an’ smoke”, “Down in de valley, down on my knees, Ask de Lord to save me if He please”, and others. The plantation song asked,

O whar you runnin’, sinner? I do love de Lord; De Judgment day is comin’, I do love de Lord; You’ll see de worl’ on fire, I do love de Lord; You’ll see de element a meltin’, I do love de Lord.

Besides these stanzas there were sung the various other warnings such as have been given in the idea of Judgment and Resurrection already noted. In the old slave song the sinner asks:

My Lord, My Lord, what shall I do? An’ heaven bell ring an’ praise God. What shall I do for hiding place? I run to de sea but de sea run dry. I run to de gate but de gate shut fast. No hiding place for sinner dere. For I am gone an’ sent to hell.

Instead of the regular refrain which is sung by the chorus of voices in response to a line by the leader, the negroes often respond with “um-m’” in a general mingling of chant, humming, and “amens”. For the most part they do this with closed lips; the volume is surprisingly strong, however, and makes a stirring effect. The meaning of the expression is something like “Yes?” or “Of course, we know it is true” or “Sure, you talkin’ brother”. The singer says: “I look for Jesus all my days”, and the chorus answers, “um-u’” and he then continues,

An’ when I found him this is what he said, um-u’ Yo’ sin forgiven an’ you soul set free, um-u’ I pray all night, an’ I pray all day, um-u’ um-u’, Then my Lord taken my sins away, um-u’, um-u’. Nex’ day, nex’ day while walkin’ along, um-u’, um-u’, I heard a voice an’ saw no one, um-u’, um-u’, It said, sinner man, you better come home, um-u’, um-u’. One day I was walkin’ long dat lonesome road, um-u’, um-u’, King Jesus spoke unto me an’ lifted off dat load, um-u’.

Again, “Brother, you’d Better be a Prayin’”, while mostly repetition makes a long song when sung to its limit. “Sister”, “Sinner”, “Backslider”, “Mourner”, “Children”, each serves to make a complete stanza of eight lines:

Brother you’d better be a prayin’, Brother, you’d better be a prayin’, My brother, you’d better be a prayin’, An’ I’ll be carried above, An’ I’ll be carried above, An’ I’ll be carried above, I’ll see king Jesus in his reign, An’ I’ll be carried above.

The chorus song, “Wheel in middle of Wheel” is most likely a variation of the old song “Wheel in a wheel” which was “run by love, by faith,” and was sometimes conceived as a chariot wheel upon which “gwine take a ride, On de chariot wheel”, for “de chariot’s comin’, O my Lord”. Sometimes the wheel was conceived as being a “Little wheel a-turnin’ in my heart”, in which case it signified some sort of feeling. The phrase means nothing more than a chorus in the present-day song.

O sinner man, how can it be? Wheel in de middle of wheel, If you don’t serve God, you can’t serve me, Wheel in de middle of wheel. In the wheel, in the wheel, Wheel in de middle of wheel, In the wheel, in the wheel, Wheel in the middle of wheel. Well don’t you know it’s prayin’ time? Wheel in middle of wheel; Lay down yo’ way an’ go to God, Wheel in middle of wheel. Well don’t you know it’s mournin’ time? Wheel in middle of wheel; He’ll hear yo’ prayers an’ sanctify, Wheel in middle of wheel.

Jesus and God are represented as “Listenin’ all the day long”, and the sinner is directed to pray. The plantation songs called to him: “Where you goin’ sinner? O come back, don’t go dat way.” And one of the singers affirmed that “about the break o’ day” his sins were forgiven and “his soul set free.” The song “Jesus is a listenin’” seems at some time to have been considerably corrupted. The negroes have sung it: “I’ve been a listenin’ all day long, and all night long, to hear some sinner pray.” However, the correct version now seems to be:

Jesus is a listenin’ all the day long, He keep listenin’ all the day long, He keep listenin’ all the day long, For to hear some sinner pray. If I was a sinner I would please him, I would pray an’ pray a day, An’ when I got to heaven, So he could say he heard me pray.

But in “Bear yo’ Burden, sinner”, another version is given of the same idea. This song is a popular one, while the figures used give a definite conviction.

The Lord is a listenin’ all the day long, Bear yo’ burden sinner, If you will only pray, he will bear you on, Bear yo’ burden in the heat o’ the day. Bear yo’ burden, sinner, Bear yo’ burden, sinner, Bear yo’ burden in the heat o’ the day. I’m goin’ home fer to see my Lord, Bear yo’ burden, sinner, An’ don’t you wish you could go ’long, Bear yo’ burden, let in the heat. The way to bear yo’ burden is to get down on yo’ knees, Bear yo’ burden, sinner, let in the heat, Ask God to forgive you if you please, Bear yo’ burden in the heat of the day.

This last stanza is an improvisation made by a young negro of some twenty-five years, although he claimed that it belonged to the song that was regularly sung, maintaining that they only forgot to sing it in the church on that special occasion. “True Religion” gives one view of the requisites of him who will be saved. The song is based in form on a current secular song, and belongs to the class of colloquies.

Well you must have that true religion, You must have true religion an’ yo’ soul converted, You must have that true religion. Or you can’t cross there. Where are you goin’, sinner, Where are you goin’, I say? I goin’ down to de river of Jorden, An’ you can’t cross dere.

He continues, “Where are you goin’ gambler, backslider, drunkard, liar, hypocrite?” and answers each with, “An’ you can’t cross there,” while the entire chorus, “You must have that true religion,” is often repeated after each. The sinner is asked still other questions, one of which is given in the song “Waitin’”.

Why does you tarry, sinner, Why does you wait so long? For my Lord is a waitin’, Why don’t you come to His call? He is waitin’, Lord, He is waitin’, Lord, He is a-waitin’ fer the good Lord, To come, My Lord. But when my Lord get here, You want have time to pray at all, For he is goin’ to judge you, An’ hell you be bound.

The negro preacher often rebukes his flock for talking about each other in uncomplimentary terms. Sometimes the “sisters” who do not like the preacher retort variously, “I heard you talkin ’bout So and So, you know I did” or “We gwine talk ’bout you,” or “Yes, you knows it.” Slander and gossip are fast runners and the average negro assumes that somebody is talking about him or something which he has done. Out of this has grown the song “Talk about me” and others.

Yes, I know you goin’ talk ’bout me, Yes, I know you goin’ talk ’bout me, For you talk ’bout my father when he’s on his knees a prayin’, An’ I know you goin’ talk ’bout me.

So likewise he sings “I know you’re goin talk about me” because “you talk about my mother when she’s on her bed a-dyin’”; he actually sings father, brother, mother, sister, mourner, preacher, to both “on his knees a prayin’”, and “on bed a dyin’.” A very popular stanza which is regularly sung in a number of songs goes: “You may talk about me just as you please, I’m goin’ to talk about you when I git on my knees.”

The old slave and plantation song asked: “Who’ll jine de Union?” saying, “Say, ef you belong to de union ban’, den here’s my heart an’ here’s my hand.” There have been societies known as “The Union” or “Union Band” both in the church and outside. The name “Union” itself is a favorite one among the negro societies and organizations. It was thought in the old days that a union band would march to heaven and that these only would be enabled to reach the destination. It is almost certain that a number of references in their songs referred to the Union army in and after the war. However, the exact origin of the song as it is now sung has not been found, but appears to be a general corruption of several old songs.

Get in the Union, Jesus is a listenin’, Get in the Union, Jesus die. Well, won’t you get in the Union? Jesus is a listenin’, Jesus die. Where was Ezekiel when the church fell down? Down in de valley wid his head hung down. Hypocrite, hypocrite, God do despise, Tongue so keen till he will tell lies. Upon the mountain Jehober spoke, Out of his mouth come fier an’ smoke.

With this chorus are sung also as already given, “Satan, the snake in the grass”, “Ole satan weah mighty loose ole shoe”, etc. The “Hallelujah” so common among the old songs is less frequently heard now: it will be found to some degree in the shouting songs and songs of heaven.

Not the least among the warnings to the sinner were to be reckoned the times when “Gable” should blow his horn. “Gable” has been proverbial among the negroes; Gabriel and the trumpet are, however, significant in the same way among the whites in vulgar reference. Many ideas of “Gable’s” trumpet have appeared in the negro songs. Sometimes it is “blow louder, Gable.” “How loud mus’ I blow?” Reference has already been made to these lines. The song “Blow, Gable, blow” has changed considerably from the old plantation songs of the same name.

Blow Gable, at the judgment, Blow Gable, at the judgment bar. For my God is a talkin’ at the judgment, For my God is a talkin’ at the judgment bar. Now won’t you blow Gable at the judgment? For my God is a preachin’ at the judgment bar. Now won’t you blow Gable at the judgment bar? Well, I’m goin’ to meet my preacher at the judgment bar.

In the same manner, making a four-line stanza of each one, are sung, “Goin’ to meet brother, mother, sister, etc.”, and also “My God is a walkin’, tryin’, etc.,” at the judgment bar. So, too, it is “prayin’ time, mournin’ time, singin’ time, shoutin’ time, tryin’ time, etc., at the judgment bar.” This song may be given as the last one of the class peculiar to warnings and admonitions to sinners. It closes with still other verses that give vivid pictures of the judgment bar.

Well, sinners, keep a prayin’ at the judgment bar. Well, it’s too late to pray at the judgment bar. Why didn’t you take heed at the judgment? Some come crippled at judgment. Oh, I look fer my mother, brother, sister, at de judgment.

Both the sinner and the seeker has a “hard time” during some time in his experience. The duties of everyday life, too, often seem hard. Now on his knees, now shouting, now sorrowful and now glad, the negro comes from “hanging over hell” to die and “set by de Fadder’s side.” The average negro appears to pity himself, and his song intensifies the feeling. The songs that follow may be classed as those that give the state of uncertainty and doubt, together with pity mingled now and then with the note of triumph. In “Oh, what a hard time”, sisters, brothers, children, preachers, seekers—all have the same difficulties.

Oh, what a hard time, Oh, what a hard time, Oh, what a hard time—All God’s children have a hard time. Oh, what a hard time, oh, what a hard time, Oh, what a hard time, my Lord had a hard time, too.

So in another division will be given the song “My Trouble is Hard”, the idea of which seems to be derived from the old plantation songs, though the new song is entirely different from the old ones. The plantation negroes used to sing “Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen”, in which they were “sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes almost to de groun’.” Others sung it “Nobody knows the trouble I see, or I’ve had”, and asked: “Brother, sister, preacher, will you pray for me?” In the same pathetic tone the “Sinner man” gives another phase of the feeling.

My mother’ n yo’ mother both daid an’ gone, My mother’ n yo’ mother both daid an’ gone, My mother’ n yo’ mother both daid an’ gone, Po’ sinner man he so hard to believe. My folks an’ yo’ folks both daid an’ gone, Po’ sinner man he so hard to believe. My brother ’n yo’ brother both daid an’ gone, Po’ sinner man he so hard to believe.

In the same way “my sister”, etc., completes the song, with favorite lines, “Down in de valley”, “Upon mountain Jehober spoke”, etc., being inserted as often as they desire. “Hanging over hell” gives more intensity to the feeling of the sinner. He says:

When I wus hangin’ over hell, over hell, When I wus hangin’ over hell, over hell, Well, I had no one to pity poor me, poor me. Well, my mother sick an’ my father daid, father daid, Well, my mother sick an’ my father daid, father daid, Well, I ain’t got no one to pity poor me, poor me. Well, I ain’t got no one to pray for me, to pray for me. I ain’t got no one to feel for me, feel for me.

Likewise he has no one to “cry” for him, to “mourn” or to “care” for him. It will be noticed that the negroes insert the word “well” frequently. There is no regularity or rule for its use; it apparently gives the song a more plastic turn and makes it seem more conversational. In some of their songs they insert in the same way, “says”, and “er”, “a”, “an”, at will. The struggle is well represented by the song “Keep inchin’ along”, which was also common in the old plantation melodies; the chorus is the same, while the words are entirely different from the older song.

Keep er-inchin’ erlong, keep er-inchin erlong, Jesus’ll come bye’m bye, Keep er-inchin’, keep er-inchin erlong, Jesus’ll come bye’m bye. De road is rocky here below, But Jesus’ll come bye’m bye, But Jesus leads me as I go, Jesus’ll come bye’m bye. Sometimes I hangs my head an’ cries, But Jesus’ll come bye’m bye. An’ He gwi’ wipe mer weepin’ eyes, But Jesus’ll come bye’m bye. Uh, run ’long mourner an’ git yo’ crown, By yo’ Father’s side set down. I’m glad that I’m bo’n ter die, Frum trouble here my soul gwi’ fly.

In the same hopeful strain the negro sings “Boun’ ter cross Jord’n in dat Mornin’,” which has a large number of stanzas, none of which have any similarity of meaning to the general theme.

Yonder come er sister all dressed in black, She look lak er hipercrit jes’ got back, I’m boun’ ter cross Jord’n in dat mornin’. Cross me over, Great Jehover, My Lord, I’m boun’ ter cross Jord’n in dat mornin’. See dat Christian on his knees, He’s gwin’ ter cross dem jasper seas, I’m boun’ ter cross Jord’n in dat mornin’. Swing low chariots in er line, Carry me ter glory in due time, I’m boun’ ter cross Jord’n in dat mornin’. Ain’t but the one thing grieve my min’ Sister goin’ to heaven an’ leave me behin’, I’m boun’ ter cross Jord’n in dat mornin’.

It is a favorite theme of the negroes to sing much of their “Lord” and “God”. Much has been noted of the names and attributes which Deity holds in the negro’s songs. As his friend the negro believes that God is always true; consequently he sings his loyalty to Him. The old plantation song “Tell Jesus” had as its chorus: “Tell Jesus done done all I can, Tell Jesus done done all I can, Tell Jesus done done all I can, I can’t do no more”. Very much like it is the song “For my Lord” that is much in demand among the present-day negroes.

I goin’ to do all I can fer my Lord, I goin’ to do all I can fer my Lord, I goin’ to do all I can fer my Lord, I goin’ to do all I can fer my Lord, I do all I can till I can’t do no more, I goin’ do all I can fer my Lord.

In the same way he sings “I goin’ weep all I can till I can’t weep no more”, “I goin’ pray all I can till I can’t pray no more”, and “sing” and “mourn” and “work” for his Lord. The phrases “till I can’t do no mo’”, and the others are characteristic of the negro’s prayers. He usually closes his church prayers, “Now Lord, when we’s done prayin’ an’ can’t pray no mo’; when we’s done meetin’ an’ can’t meet no mo’”, etc. The closing scene, the final act of life, seems to appeal to the negro with wonderful dramatic power. It is in the end that he himself will be great; it is then that God and Jesus and the angels will be made manifest, and it is there in the new home that his condition will be one of ease and rest, at the same time that it is one of prominence. He sings “Gwi’ lay down my life fer my Lord”.

De Lord giv’ me mer trumpet an’ tole me ter blow, He giv’ me mer cummission an’ tole me ter go. Fer my Lord, fer my Lord, Fer my Lord, gwi’ lay down my life fer my Lord. You can hinder me here but you can’t hinder me dere, For de Lord in Heaven gwi’ hear my prayer. De enemy’s great but my Cap’n is strong, U’m fightin’ fer de city an’ de time ain’t long. When I git dar I’ll be able fer to tell, How I whipped ole Satan at de door ob hell. Mer head got wet wid de midnight dew, Dat mornin’ star was shinin’ too.

So again the negro magnifies his Lord in “a weary Lan’” and makes both a striking picture and a pleasing song. His Lord is not only “a walkin’ in a weary lan’”, but he is also a “doctor”, a “preacher” and a “shelter”. Thus he pictures him “walkin’” “talkin’” “preachin’”, and “healin’” in the weary land.

My Lord’s a walkin’ in the weary lan’, In a weary lan’, in a weary lan’, Yes, my Lord walkin’ in weary lan’, He’s a shelter in a mighty storm.

Likewise he is a healer in a mighty storm or in the time of storm. It is but natural that the negro should call upon the Lord to remember him. The old plantation song “Do Lord remember me” was apparently based upon the idea of being remembered at Christmas times; indeed the negroes always ask to be remembered at such a time by the “whitefolks”. They were always remembered and often their homes were made happy. The song asked: “O do Lord remember me, O do Lord remember me, O do remember me until de year roll round, Do Lord remember me.” The song now current is most likely not the same song but an entirely different one.

Do my Lord remember me, Do my Lord remember me, Do my Lord remember me, Do Lord remember me. Upon de housetop an’ can’t come down, Do Lord remember me. Upon de house an’ can’t come down. Do Lord remember me. When I am hungry do feed me Lord, Do Lord remember me. When I am thirsty do give me drink, Do Lord remember me.

The negroes sometimes call the following song the “riddle song”, asking “who is the Rock”, while the answer comes back, like the Psalmist, “King Jesus is the Rock”.

Lead me to the Rock, lead me to the Rock, Lead me to the Rock that is higher an’ higher. O, Lead me to the Rock, Yes, lead me to the Rock that is higher an’ higher. King Jesus is the Rock, yes, King Jesus is the Rock, King Jesus is the Rock that is higher an’ higher, O King Jesus is the Rock, Yes, King Jesus is the Rock that is higher an’ higher. Standing on the Rock, yes standing on the Rock, Standing on the Rock that is higher an’ higher. O, standing on the Rock, Yes, standing on the Rock that is higher an’ higher.

As Jesus is the Rock so the negroes have sung “Dere’s no one lak’ Jesus”. The chorus-line was common in the old songs; the verses of the song of to-day are different.

I think I heard a rumblin’ in de sky, Dar’s no one lac Jesus. It mus’ be mer Lord passin’ by, Dar’s no one lac Jesus. Stan’ still, walk study, keep de faith, Dar’s no one lak’ Jesus. Sister Mary went up on de mount’n top, Dar’s no one lak’ Jesus. She sung a li’l song an’ she never did stop, Dar’s no one lak’ Jesus. She argued wid de Fadder an’ chatter’d wid de Son, Dar’s no one lak’ Jesus. She talk’d erbout the ole worl’ she cum frum, Dar’s no one lak’ Jesus.

The song “Gi’ me Jesus” was said to have been the product of “over-free spirit and super-religiousness” just after the war. The negro claims that the white man took him at his word when he sang, “Gi’ me Jesus, You may have all this worl”, and has left him nothing in this world but Jesus. At least this is one view of the song, which is represented as a bargain which the white man wants the negro to keep. The song is a typical and well known one, said to have been first sung by a blind negro preacher.

In de mornin’ when I rise, In de mornin’ when I rise, In de mornin’ when I rise, Giv’ me Jesus. Giv’ me Jesus, Giv’ me Jesus, You may hab’ all dis worl’, Giv’ me Jesus. Ef it’s midnight when I rise, Ef it’s midnight when I rise, Ef it’s midnight when I rise, Giv’ me Jesus. Jes’ fore day when I cried, Giv’ me Jesus. When I wade death’s cold stream, Giv’ me Jesus.

The negro says that if you love Jesus, it seems to him that you “can’t keep it”, and that you are duty bound to let the world know it. The custom is a common one of asking “members” at the class meeting and revival services whether or not they “love the Lord”. It is the duty of the class leader to see to the religious welfare of the members. The song “Love the Lord” represents this phase of worship.

Well, did you say that you love Jesus? Did you say that you love the Lord? Yes, I say that I love Jesus. Yes, I say I love the Lord. All I wants to know is, “Does you love Jesus?” All I wants to know is, “Does you love the Lord?” Yes, I say that I love Jesus, Yes, I say I love the Lord. If you love Jesus, you can’t keep it, All I want to know is, “Does you love the Lord?” Yes, my mother, I love Jesus, Yes, my mother, I love the Lord.

The chorus then varies from “Yes, I say” to “Yes, my mother”, “Yes, my sister”, “Yes, my brother”.

In striking contrast to his earthly life, the negro sings of his heavenly home. It will be seen in the study of his social songs that home plays a small part in their subject matter. It is true that the negro has little love of home or devotion to loved ones. Perhaps for this very reason he expects to have a better home in the beyond. He wants that which is ideal and impractical; he wants that which will come without effort. If in slavery days he had no home, it was natural that he should look to Heaven for his home. This conception, intensified by the negro’s emotional nature and self-pity, is still prominent. Not only is his home to be a happy one, but it is to be exclusive; only the fortunate, of whom he is the chiefest, may go there. This class of songs—of Heaven and home—is perhaps as large as any. The negro sings:

I got a home where liars can’t go, Don’t you see? Jus’ between the heaven an’ earth, Where my Saviour bled an’ died, I got a home where liars can’t go, Don’t you see? I got a home where sinners can’t go, Don’t you see? Jus’ between the earth an’ sky, Where my Saviour bleed an’ die, Don’t you see? When the earth begin to shake, Don’t you see? You better get a ticket or you’ll be late, Don’t you see?

In the same way the singers repeat, using the words “drunkards,” “hypocrits”, and other sinners. Sometimes instead of saying “I got a home where the drunkards can’t come”, the sinner will say “where the drunkards can’t find me”. Another version of the same song is found in different localities:

I got a home in the Rock, Don’t you see? Just between the heaven an’ earth, Well, yes, I got a home in the Rock, Don’t you see? Judas was a deceitful man, Don’t you see? Well he betrayed the innercent Lam’, Well he lost a home in the Rock, Don’t you see? Well the sun refuse to shine, Don’t you see? The sun refuse to shine, An’ the sun refuse to shine, Don’t you see? God don’t talk like a natural man, Don’t you see? God don’t talk like a natural man, He talk so sinners can understan’, Don’t you see? Well I don’t want to stumble, Don’t you see? Well I don’t want to fall, I read that writin’ on de wall, Don’t you see?

The “Home in the Rock” and the “Rock of ages” mean little to the negroes; they are suitable terms and appeal to their sense of sound. Like other peoples, the negroes have inserted them into their religion as forceful symbols. Interesting comparisons may be made in a later chapter. The chorus of “Heaven” hummed in a monotone, with lips sometimes closed, makes a beautiful song, and one that appeals much to both old and young negroes.

You got a robe, I got a robe, All God’s children got a robe, Goin’ try on my robe an’ if it fits me, Goin’ to wear it all round God’s heaven. Heaben—heaben, ev’ybody goin’ to heaben An’ I’m goin’ dere, too. Gamblers dere an’ gamblers here, I’m so glad dat God declare, Dere ain’t no gamblers in heaven.

This version and wording is rather that of the children, who are very fond of singing it. They continue “Heaven so high you can’t go over it”, “Heaven so low you can’t go under it”, “Heaven so deep you can’t go through it”, and “Heaven so wide you can’t go round it”. The most common form of the song is a variation of the above. Sinners, gamblers, dancers, liars, drunkards are everywhere, but not in Heaven.

Well there are sinners here and sinners there, An’ there are sinners everywhere, But I thank God that God declare, That there ain’t no sinners in heaven. Heaven, Heaven, Everybody talkin’ ’bout heaven an’ goin’ there, Heaven, Heaven, Goin’ to shine all ’round God’s heaven. Well there are drunkards here an’ drunkards there, An’ there are drunkards everywhere, But I’m so glad that God declare, There ain’t no drunkards in heaven. Heaven, Heaven, Preachers all preachin’ ’bout heaven an’ goin’ there, Heaven, Heaven, Goin’ to shine all ’round God’s heaven.

As has been indicated, many of the negro songs consist of single lines repeated in couplets or by fours in order to give length to the singing. The most simple sentences that could be devised may serve as a good song. The negro happens to think of an ordinary truth; he then sings it to his tune and chorus.

I’m goin’ to be a Christian if I keep a prayin’ on, I goin’ to be a Christian if I keep a prayin’ on, I goin’ to be a Christian, I’m goin’ to be a Christian, I goin’ to be a Christian if I keep a prayin’ on. An’ when I git religion, I goin’ to keep a prayin’ on. I goin’ to see my Jesus if I keep a prayin’ on. I goin’ to see my mother if I keep a prayin’ on.

In the same way he is “going to see” his father, brother, master, preacher, singing each line four times, altering them as he desires and putting in any chorus that appeals to his fancy. The next song shows a typical variation of a line, and the negro sometimes sings the second version with more determination than the first.

Lord, I want to go to heaven fer to stan’ my trials, Lord, I want to go to heaven fer to stan’ my trials, Yes, I want to go to heaven fer to stan’ my trials, Great Judgment day. Well, I’m goin’ to heaven fer to stan’ my trials, An’ I’m goin’ to heaven fer to stan’ my trials, Yes, I’m goin’ to heaven fer to stan’ my trials, Great Judgment day.

The darkeys used to sing, “Hail, hail, hail, I’m gwine jine saints above, I’m on my journey home”. So, too, in many of their songs the “promise Lan’” was held out as the goal of future happiness. So it is to-day. “On my journey home” and “Goin’ to Heaven” represent the common conception.

Sister when you pray you mus’ pray to de Lord, For I hab some hopes ob glory, I feel like, I feel like I’m on my journey home, I feel like, I feel like, I’m on my journey home. I’ll away, I’ll away to de promise lan’, My Father calls me, I mus’ go, To meet Him in de promise lan’. I have a father in the promise lan’, Go meet him in de promise lan’, I feel like, I feel like I’m on my journey home, I feel like, I feel like I’m on my journey home.

So, too, the singer has a mother, a sister, an auntie and others in the “promise lan’”. Likewise he says instead of “sister when you pray,” etc., brother, member, mourner, sinner, preacher, and the others. As a rule morning signified to the negroes the time for going to heaven and for the resurrection. The morning star shining as a witness to his conversion, and the midnight dew typified the early morning time of his religion. “In the morning” is sung as of old.

I have been tempted, O yes, An’ I have been tried, O yes, I have been to the river an’ been baptize, An’ I want to go to heaven in the morning. Won’t you ride on Jesus? Ride on Jesus, ride on crowning King, For I want to go to heaven in the morning. If you see my mother, O yes, Please tell her for me, O yes, That the angels in heaven done change my name, An’ I want to go to heaven in the morning.

So if you see “brother John, sister Nancy,” and others makes the song complete. The song once so popular, “Yes, I’ll be dere, When gen’ral roll call” is still heard occasionally. Many of these songs have been corrupted and changed, consolidated and revised into new songs. Such a song is “Study war no mo’”, which combines the old camp meeting, “down by the river side”, and a new element of peace, the origin of which is not known.

Well there’s goin’ to be a big camp meetin’, Well there’s goin’ to be a big camp meetin’, Well there’s goin’ to be a big camp meetin’, Down by the river side. Well, I ain’t goin’ to study war no mo’, Well, I ain’t goin’ to study war no mo’, Well, I ain’t goin’ to study war no mo’. Well such a shoutin’ an’ prayin’ Down by the riverside. Well I goin’ to meet my sister, Down by the riverside. Well the brothers got to shoutin’, Down by the riverside.

Said the old singers: “Some o’ dese mornin’s, hope I’ll see my mother, hope I’ll jine de ban’, hope I’ll walk bout Zion, Talk wid de angels, Talk my trouble over” while they looked “away to hebben”. Now the negro sings:

Gwine to weep, gwine to mourn, Gwine to git up early in de morn, Fo’ my soul’s goin’ to heaven jes’ sho’s you born, Brother Gabriel goin’ to blow his horn. Goin’ to sing, goin’ to pray, Goin’ to pack all my things away, Fo’ my soul’s goin’ to heaven jes’ sho’s you born, Brother Gabriel gwine ter blow his horn.

“Pray come an’ go wid me” sings the Christian, for “I’m on my journey home to the New Jerusalem”. If refused he says, “Now don’t let me beg you to follow me, for I’m on my journey home”, and finally he sings, “Well, brother come an’ go wid me.” If the sinner needs other exhortation he may listen to the mixed song “Dry bones goin’ to rise ergain”, in which there is first warning, then hope of glory.

Some go ter meetin’ to sing an’ shout, Dry bones goin’ ter rise again; Fore six month deys all turned out, Dry bones goin’ ter rise again. O little chillun, O little childun, O lit’le childun, dry bones goin’ rise ergin. Talk erbout me but taint my fault, Dry bones goin ter rise ergin; But me an’ Godermighty goin’ walk an’ talk, Dry bones goin’ ter rise ergin. Ef you want ter go to heaven when you die, Dry bones goin’ rise ergin; Jes’ stop yo’ tongue from tellin’ lies, Dry bones goin’ ter rise ergin.

In the old plantation song Ezekiel was represented down in a valley “full of bones as dry as dust” and

He gib de bone a mighty shake, Fin’ de ole sinners too dry to quake,

Death for the Christian is shouting: death for the sinner is doom. “When I git to heaven, goin’ shout on my knees” gives an accurate picture of what the negro conceives to be happiness. But he not only expects to shout while on earth and when he gets home, but even when he dies. For says he,

My mother dies a shoutin’, an’ I goin’ die shoutin’, too, Yes, my mother died a shoutin’ an’ I goin’ die shoutin’, too. My mother died a shoutin’, my mother died a shoutin’, Yes, my mother died a shoutin’ an’ I goin’ die shoutin’, too.

Still his mother is not the only one who has died shouting; he sings in the same way of father, preacher, brother, sister and others; the slave song included “Missus” and “Marster” or “Massa”. But shouting must not be all. The negro and his brothers, sisters, mother are all to die “mournin’”, and “prayin’”. In “Join de Heaven wid de Angels” the rich voice of one or two leaders and the swelling chorus produce an effect scarcely surpassed.

O join on, join my Lord, Join de heaven wid de angels; O join on, join my Lord, Join de heaven wid de angels. What kin’ er shoes is dem you wear? Join de heaven wid de angels; Dat you kin’ walk upon de air, Join de heaven wid de angels. Oh, God don’t talk like a nat’al man, Join de heaven wid de angels; He talk to de sinner, he understan’, Join de heaven wid de angels. I’m Baptis’ bred an’ I’m Baptis’ bo’n, Join de heaven wid de angels; An’ when I die dey’s a Baptis’ gone, Join de heaven wid de angels. Jes’ so de tree fall jes’ so it lie, Join de heaven wid de angels; Jes so de sinner lib’ jes’ so he die, Join de heaven wid de angels.

The song has been found in several forms among which one has it that John is to be in de heavens with the angels. In fact the probable origin of “join on” seems to have been “John saw de heaven wid de angels”. In one of the old songs the singer answers,

Dem shoes I wears is gospel shoes, View de lan’, view de lan’; An’ you can wear dem if you choose, View de lan’, view de lan’.

There are other references, too, besides the above, to the denominations of the negro churchmen. It has already been seen that the negro likes “bes’” the “shoutin’ Mefodes’”. So he says “There’s fire in de eas’ an’ fire in de wes; An’ fire among de Methodes’”. He is loyal and proclaims: “Methodist, Methodist is my name, Methodist till I die, I’ll be baptize in the Methodist name, An’ I’ll lib’ on the Methodist side”. In the same way he is Baptist and Presbyterian; the Baptist is the favorite church of the negro, however, and there are more Baptists than all other denominations combined.

The “Angel Band”, while a very simple song in which the chorus constitutes the greater part, is one of the most beautiful that the negroes sing. The tune is a variation of a well-known hymn used by the whites. The power of the song seems to lie in the tender interest which centres about the vivid portrayal of the little angels in the heavenly band. The chorus is repeated after each stanza, while each stanza itself is the repetition of a single line. From one to ten; from ten to twenty and so on to one hundred is ordinarily sung, thus making a lengthy song. The children love to sing the chorus; two forms are ordinarily found, varying the monotony enough to please the negro.

Dere’s one little, two little, three little angels, Dere’s four little, five little, six little angels. Dere’s seven little, eight little, nine little angels, Dere’s ten little angels in de band. Dere’s leben, dere’s twelve, dere’s thir’een little angels, Dere’s fourteen, dere’s fifteen, dere’s sixteen little angels. Dere’s seventeen, dere’s eighteen, dere’s nineteen little angels, Dere’s twenty little angels in de band.

The “little” in the chorus is preferred to the “dere’s” as a rule, apparently serving to describe the angels. The stanzas of the song are equally as unlimited and as simple as the chorus. “Sunday morning” is the common factor to all of the verses; sometimes it is omitted.

Jesus rose on Sunday mornin’, Jesus rose on Sunday mornin’, Jesus rose on Sunday mornin’, On Sunday mornin’ so soon. He rose an’ flew away on Sunday mornin’. My mother died on Sunday mornin’. Oh wasn’t that sad on Sunday mornin’? Dere’s goin’ to be a big camp meetin’ on Sunday mornin’. Dere’s goin’ to be a mournin’ on Sunday mornin’. Mourners got to shoutin’ on Sunday mornin’. I’m goin’ away to leave you on Sunday mornin’. Well, my sister’s goin’ to heaven on Sunday mornin’.

While this form of the song may be continued indefinitely, other verses may also be inserted. Instead of the “On Sunday mornin’” is often substituted “Fer to see my Lord”.

Well, my sister’s goin’ to heaven fer to see my Lord, To see my Lord, to see my Lord; Well, my sister’s goin’ to heaven fer to see my Lord, What’s de onbelievin’ soul?

And so he continues with preacher, brother, mother, auntie and any others that he wishes to enumerate. As a shouting song or as a “collection” song, it is not surpassed.

The negro’s fancies of the “Heaven’s bright home” are not exceeded by the world’s fairy tales. There are silver and golden slippers; there are crowns of stars and jewels and belts of gold. There are robes of spotless white and wings all bejewelled with heavenly gems. Beyond the jasper seas he will outshine the sun; the golden streets and the fruit of the tree of life are far superior to any golden apples or silver pears of a Mother Goose. In fact the negro’s fairy stories centre on heaven; the children’s definitions of heaven consisted entirely of pictures of splendor and glory. To this place the negro imagines he will go and who knows but that he may fly there?

Some o’ dese mornin’s bright an’ fair, Way in de middle of de air; Gwi’ hitch on my wings an’ try de air, Way in de middle of de air. Come over, den, John saw de holy number, Way in de middle of de air; John saw de holy number, Way in de middle of de air; If yer wanter dream dem heavenly dreams, Way in de middle of de air; Lay yo’ head on Jord’n’s stream, Way in de middle of de air. I got a book goin’ read it thru’, Way in de middle of de air, I got my Jesus well as you, Way in de middle of de air.

With a golden “band all round his waist, An’ de palms ob victory in a-his hands”, the negro sings in reality: “Pray come an’ go wid me”, for so vivid is his picture that he has been known to start up a post or pillar in the church, saying, “Good bye brothers, I’m gone”. His songs make much of flying; different from that just quoted he repeats:

One mornin’ soon, One mornin’ soon, my Lord, One mornin’ soon, I goin’ try the air, I goin’ try the air, Pray come an’ go wid me. Well I got on my travellin’ shoes, Well I got on my travellin’ shoes, Well I got on my travellin’ shoes, Pray come an’ go wid me.

He sings, too, “I goin’ to put on my long white robe”, “We’ll try on de slippah shoe an’ wear de golden belt”. Again he sings of his doings in the morning, noontime, and midnight.

In the morning—um-u’, In the morning—um-u’, In the morning—um-u’, I goin’ put on my golden shoes. In the midnight—um-u’, In the midnight—um-u’, In the midnight—um-u’, I goin’ put on my long white robe. Talk about it—um-u’, Talk about it—um-u’, Talk about it—um-u’, I goin’ wear that starry crown.

The angels and Jesus wear the starry crown and long white robes; there will be no separating line between us and God in the new world. “Oh how I long to go dere, too”, sang the old negroes. Now he pictures again the appearance of Jesus.

Jesus, he wore the starry crown, Jesus he wore the starry crown, Jesus he wore the starry crown, starry crown. How does you know he wore the crown? How does you know he wore the crown? How does you know he wore the crown? wore the crown? For the Bible it tell me so, For the Bible it tell me so, For the Bible it tell me so, tell me so.

Then, too, Jesus “he wore the long white robe, for the Bible it tell me so.” More than the world or riches or dress the singer claims he values the treasures of heaven. In this assertion he is doubtless sincere, both because he is thinking only of his religious state while he sings, and because he has little opportunity for obtaining these earthly riches. Says he:

I don’t care fur riches, Neither dress so fine, Jes’ giv’ me my long white robe, An’ I want my starry crown. For my Lord done bin here, Done bless my soul an’ gone away. Po’ man goin’ to heaven, Rich man goin’ to hell, For po’ man got his starry crown, Rich man got his wealth.

This “ole worl’ bin a hell to me” indicates the contrast between the everyday life of the world and that which the negro will enjoy after death. In his eagerness and impatience to rest in the “promise lan’,” the negro does not always think kindly of the world and he does not care even though “Death is in dis lan’.”

Ever since my Lord has set me free, Death is in dis lan’, This ole worl’ bin a hell to me, Death is in dis lan’. I’m so glad death is in dis lan’, I’m so glad death is in dis lan’. O run ’long mourner ’n git yo’ crown, Death is in dis lan’, By yo’ father’s side set down, Death is in dis lan’. Some er dese mornin’s bright and fair, Death is in dis lan’, Gwin’r hitch on my wings an’ try de air, Death is in dis lan’.

If the negro expects to go to heaven and there mingle with God, the angels and his loved ones, he also expects to sing in all the glory and splendor imaginable. The negroes used to sing of “jinin’ de association, climbin’ Jacob’s ladder, climbin’ higher an’ higher, sittin’ down at de welcome table, feastin’ off’n milk an’ honey, tell God how you served me, jine de big baptizin”, after which “den my little soul gwine shine.” So they sang of a mother, father, brother in heaven who “outshines de sun”, and ended by declaring that when they got to heaven “we will outshine de sun.” In very much the same way the negroes sing to-day in one of their favorites, “Goin’ to Outshine de Sun.”

Well, my mother’s goin’ to heaven, She’s goin’ to outshine the sun, O Lord, Well, my mother’s goin’ to heaven, She’s goin’ to outshine the sun, Yes, my mother’s goin’ to heaven to outshine the sun, An’ it’s way beyon’ the moon. You got a home in the promise lan’, Goin’ to outshine the sun, O Lord, An’ it’s way beyon’ the moon. The crown that my Jesus give me, Goin’ to outshine the sun, my Lord, An’ it’s way beyond the moon. Goin’ to put on my crown in glory, An’ outshine the sun, O Lord. ’Way beyon’ de moon.

Other verses sing of putting on slippers, long white robe, in each case the singer is to “outshine the sun.” The dazzling splendor of it all makes anticipation full of staying qualities; it makes the picture one of reality because of the vigor of an imaginative power. Who knows if the negroes often dream of the grandeurs of the sky?

The negro uses many figures and symbols in his religion. He can see the chariot wheel and the chariot of fire taking him to heaven as easily as Elijah. He can imagine that he, too, can ascend even as Christ and the angels. Besides these methods he has the Gospel Train and the Ship of Zion. The train has much fascination for the negro: much will be seen of this in his social songs. It is but natural that he should bring it into his religious songs. The negro often goes to meet the train at the station, even when sick. It is a great social event of a Sunday. So again, he wishes to go on an excursion; few things can hinder him. Very much in the same strain is the religious song, “When the train come along.”

Well, I may be sick an’ cannot rise, But I meet you at de station when de train come along. When de train come along, When de train come along, I’ll meet you at de station when de train come along. Well, I may be blind an’ cannot see, But I’ll meet you at de station when de train come along. Well, I may be lame and cannot walk, But I’ll meet you at de station when de train come along.

While no mention is made of the exact kind of train, it is generally understood to mean the Gospel train. This song also has a popular variant which is used in a secular way. In either case it expresses in a very forceful way the importance of meeting the train. In proportion as a picture resembles real life or magnifies that which has been imaged, to that degree does it bring home its truth to the negro’s mind. The negro continues to sing of the train on which he is to ride into the Kingdom. Says he:

I am talkin’ ’bout the same train, Same train that carried my father, Same train. Same train that carried my mother, Same train, Same train will be back to-morrow, Same train. Same train will be here to-morrow, Same train, Well you better be ready, It’s the same train.

The “same train” also carried his brother, sister, preacher and others. But the train which will come back to-morrow will not wait always. One must not only be at the station but must also have a ticket. There is plenty of room, according to the negro’s conception, but there is not plenty of time. It would be a wistful negro that looked upon the train pulling out for heaven and he all alone is left behind. He sings,

Well you better git yo’ ticket, Well you better git yo’ ticket, Well you better git yo’ ticket, Bye and bye. There’s a great day er comin’, There’s a great day er comin’, There’s a great day er comin’, Bye and bye. For the train it’s er comin’, For the train it’s er comin’, For the train it’s er comin’, Bye and bye. I am sure God is ready, I am sure God is ready, I am sure God is ready, Bye and bye.

Instead of the chorus just given he often sings: “I sure God am ready,” and “I sho’ God is ready.” With this in view he is willing and glad for the train to come along. If he is ready, all the better for him to be on his journey. So he continues in another song and at another time:

If God was to call me I would not care—um-u’, For he done move away my fears—um-u’. I’m goin’ to heaven, an’ I’m goin’ fo’ long—um-u’, All don’t see me will hear my song—um-u’. When de gospel train come ’long—um-u’, That’s the train carry me home—um-u’. Wake up, sinner, you will be too late—um-u’, Gospel train done pass yo’ gate—um-u’.

In the old plantation songs the exhortation was given to “Git on board little children, dere’s room for many a mo’.” So also they sang:

De gospel train’s a comin’, I hear it jus’ at hand, I hear de car wheels rumblin’, An’ rollin’ thru de land. I hear de train a comin’, She’s comin’ round de curve, She’s loosened all her steam an’ brakes, An’ strainin’ eb’ry nerve. De fare is cheap an’ all can go, De rich an’ pore are dere, No second class abord dis train, No difference in de fare.

In addition to the above stanzas the Jubilee singers added others. They heard the bell and whistle and “she’s playin’ all her steam an’ power.” The rhyme and imagery of the old song struck a more responsive chord than the present song; this is due to the fact that the negro of to-day sings his railroad songs and enjoys them in his secular music. There he pictures the train with such vividness that the train may be easily heard and seen in his imagination. Other verses of the Gospel Train as it was sung by the Jubilee singers are:

There’s Moses and Noah and Abraham, And all the prophets, too, Our friends in Christ are all on board, O what a heavenly crew. We soon shall reach the station, O how we then shall sing, With all the heavenly army, We’ll make the welkin ring. She’s nearing now the station, O sinner, don’t be vain, But come an’ get your ticket, And be ready for the train. No signal for the other train, To follow on the line, O sinner, you’re forever lost, If once you’re left behind.

While the song as reported by the Jubilee singers does not possess the mere characteristics of form and dialect, it nevertheless appeals to the negroes and it is sometimes sung. One of the fears of the negro is that others may go to heaven and he be left behind. This, as has been indicated, constitutes the sum total of misery. So he has a number of songs in which he expresses this feeling and prays that he may not be left behind in the race of life for the eternal goal. One of the most touching of these songs represents the negro as an orphan who is unwilling to stay alone in the world:

My muther an’ my father both are daid, both are daid, My muther an’ my father both are dead, My mother an’ my father both are dead, Good Lord, I cannot stay here by merself. I’m er pore little orphan chile in de worl’, chile in de worl’, I’m er pore little orphan chile in the worl’, I’m a pore little orphan chile in de worl’, Good Lord, I cannot stay here by merself. De train done whistled an’ de cars done gone, cars done gone, De train done whistled an’ de cars ere gone, De train done whistled an’ de cars ere gone, Ezekiel, I cannot stay here by merself. My brothers an’ my sisters are all gone, all gone, My brothers an’ my sister’re all gone, all gone, My brothers an’ sisters all are gone, Mer Jesus, I cannot stay here by merself. Git me ticket fer de train, fer de train, Git me ticket fer de train, I got mer ticket fer de train, Thank God, I ain’t gwine stay here by merself.

Very much like the song just given the negroes used to sing: “Dar’s room in dar, room in dar, room in de heaven, Lord, I can’t stay behin’”. So, too, “I can’t or don’t want to stay here no longer” are common and classic verses of negro song. Again they sang the “good news” because “De chariot’s comin’, I doan want her to leave a-me behind, Gwine get upon dat chariot, Carry me home”. In a prayer the negro sang: “Jesus, don’t leave me behind”. In his songs to-day the negro says:

Dear brother, don’t you leave, Dear brother, don’t you leave, This ole world’s a hell to me. This ole world’s a hell to me, This ole world’s a hell to me. Yes, I bleedzed to leave this world, Yes, I bleedzed to leave this world, Sister, I’s bleedzed to leave this world, For it’s a hell to me.

While the old negroes used to sing “Oh brother, sisters, mourners, don’t stay away, For my Lord says there’s room enough”, the modern negro sings “You can’t stay away”.

Sister, you can’t stay away, Sister, you can’t stay away, Sister, you can’t stay away, stay away. My Lord is a callin’ an’ you can’t stay away, My Lord is a callin’ an’ you can’t stay away, Yes, my Lord is a callin’ an’ you can’t stay away, An’ you can’t stay away. King Jesus is a ridin’ an’ you can’t stay away, O preacher, you can’t stay away.

There have been a great many versions of the song “Ole Ship of Zion”, none of which differ materially. The four or five versions most common in the slave and plantation song represented the Ship of Zion somewhat as follows: “She has landed many a thousand, She can land as many more, Do you think she will be able, For to take us all home? You can tell ’em I’m comin’ home”, “Dis de good ole ship of Zion, An’ she’s maken’ fer de promise lan’. She hab angels fer de sailors. An’ how you know dey’s angels? Dat ship is out a sailin’ she’s a sailin’ mighty steady. She’ll neither reel nor totter, She’s a sailin’ ’way cold Jordan. King Jesus is de captain, captain”. “De gospel ship is sailin’, O Jesus is de captain, De angels are de sailors, O is yo’ bundle ready? O have you got yo’ ticket!” Another version has “her loaded down with angels”; Another “wid a-bright angels”. Another asks what ship is that “you’re enlisted upon”? and answers that it is the “Good ship of Zion”, which “sails like she’s heavy loaded”, and “has King Jesus for the captain”, and “the Holy Ghost is de pilot” The coast negroes had many songs that originated in ideas suggested by the boats. To-day the river negroes have songs of their own, but they do not go into the church songs. The Old Ship of Zion, however, is sung, but only as a remnant of the former song, less elaborate.

This ole ship is a reelin’ an’ a rockin’, This ole ship is a reelin’ an’ a rockin’ rockin’ rockin’ Makin’ fer de promise lan’.

While the negro sings, he sees the ship reelin’ an’ rockin’, and repeats these phrases enough and in a rhythmic manner, so that he imitates the imagined motion of the ship. The other stanzas of the song are practically the same as those of the earlier days.

O my Lord, shall I be the one? O my Lord, shall I be the one? O my Lord, shall I be the one? Makin’ for the promise lan’? Yes, ’tis that good ole ship of Zion, of Zion, Yes, ’tis that good ole ship of Zion, of Zion, Yes, ’tis that good ole ship of Zion, Makin’ for the promise lan’. O the ship is heavy loaded, loaded, loaded, Makin’ for the promise lan’. It’s loaded with many er thousand, thousand, thousand, Makin’ fer the promise lan’.

“This ole worl’s a rollin’” is most likely a figure of the ship and modelled on the same song. However, it conveys a different idea, one of judgment and the end of the world. The negro sings:

Well the ole worl’ is a rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, Yes, the ole worl’ is rollin’, rollin’ away. Well ain’t you goin’ to get ready? Yes, ain’t you goin’ to get ready? for it’s rollin’ away. Well get on board little children, children, children, Well get on board, for this ole worl’s rollin’ away.

He sings for the sinner, mourner, and all his friends and relatives to get on board the world as she rolls away. It reminds one somewhat of the song once current among the negroes: “O de ole ferry boat stan’ a-waitin’ at de landin’, Chilluns we’se all gwine home”. The same feeling of motion and the end of the world as is indicated in the moving of the train, ship, and the world itself is also reflected in the opening of the graveyards and the rolling of the hearse wheel. The same rhythmic effect of motion and words give a strikingly appropriate attitude to the singer.

O the lightening flashin’ an’ the thunder rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, O the lightening flashin’ an’ thunder rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, O the light’ning flashin’ an’ thunder rollin’, Lawd, I know my time ain’t long; Lawd, I know my time ain’t long. The hearse wheel rollin’ an’ graveyard openin’, openin’, openin’, The hearse wheel rollin’ an’ graveyard openin’, openin’, openin’, The hearse wheel rollin’ an’ the graveyard openin’, Lawd, I know my time ain’t long, my time ain’t long.

And very much like the above song is “Every Day”. However, it is so similar to other songs that one concludes that it is only a putting together of what the singer already knew. The Bahama negroes have a song, “If hev’ry day was judgment day”, that is almost exactly the same in meaning as this one. The song, however, is a powerful one and seems to be gaining in popularity.

Well the hearse wheel rollin’, Every day, every day, Carryin’ yo’ brother to the graveyard, Every day, every day—move, Zion, move. Well ain’t it a pity, pity? Every day, every day, Well ain’t it a pity, ain’t it a pity? Every day, every day, move, Zion, move. Well they’re carryin’ a sinner, sinner, Every day, every day, Yes, they’re carryin’ a sinner, Every day, every day, move, Zion, move. Move, Zion, move, for you got to go to judgment, Every day, every day, Move, Zion, move, for you got to go to judgment, Every day, every day, move, Zion, move.

The getting of mail, and especially of letters, usually means much to the negroes; perhaps simply because they receive little mail. To have a letter from a distinguished person is superlative honor and the recipient usually makes the fact known generally. Just how the negro conceived of receiving letters from God, or why he imagined the angels and apostles as writing letters does not appear clear. One gets a letter, another reads it; one writes a letter and all know its contents. Such a reference is found in a number of songs, that serve as a warning or admonition.

Well my mother got a letter, O yes, Well she could not read it, O yes, What you reckon that letter said? That she didn’t have long to stay here. Won’t you come, won’t you come? Won’t you come an’ get ready to die? Won’t you come, for my Lord is callin’ you? How do you know that my Lord is callin’, O yes? If you look at this letter, O yes, You see it come from the Hebrews, O yes, Won’t you come, for my Lord is callin’ you.

Perhaps the idea of the letter came from the epistles of the New Testament. John and Peter wrote letters; Mary and Martha read them. The letters of the Hebrews and Ephesians are spoken of. The idea “It just suits me” seems to have sprung up from satisfaction in reading the “word” or in hearing the sermon and praying in the usual way.

John wrote a letter and he wrote it in haste, An’ it jus’ suit me: John wrote a letter and he wrote it in haste, An’ it jus’ suit me. John wrote a letter and he wrote it in haste, If yer want to go to heaven yer better make haste, An’ it jus’ suit me. I’ll tell you a little thing that was in that letter, An’ it jus’ suit me. I’ll tell you a little thing that was in John’s letter, The Holy Ghost came to make us better, An’ it jus’ suit me.

In the same form and repetition are sung other stanzas, all of which “suit” the negroes pretty well.

If this isn’t the Holy Ghost I don’t know, I never felt such a love befo’, But it jus’ suit me. O my brother, you oughter been at de pool, To see me put on my gospel shoes, An’ it jus’ suit me. Ezekiel said he spied the train a comin’, We got on board an’ she never stopped runnin’, An’ it jus’ suit me. This kind er religion is better than gold, It’s better felt than ever told, An’ it jus’ suit me. I tell you a little thing you can’t do, You can’t serve God and the devil, too, But it jus’ suit me. When trouble is done an’ conflict have passed, I rise to reign in peace at last, An’ it jus’ suit me.

By this time the singers are happy enough and the preacher joins them in shouting, “Yes, brethren, it just suits me.” It is gratifying to the negroes that their sins have been “washed in the blood of the Lamb”, as indeed it ought to be. Perhaps they give it its undue prominence without thought; for they have no conception of the seriousness of their claims. The negro singers have exhibited a characteristic specimen of their word combinations, concrete pictures, and theological principles in their song, “De blood done sign my name.”

O de blood, O de blood, O de blood done sign my name; O Jesus said so, Jesus said so, O de blood done sign my name. I believe it for God he tole me, That the blood done sign my name, I believe it for God he tole me, That the blood done sign my name, Yes, the blood done sign my name. How do you know so, God he said so That the blood done sign my name. Well it’s written in de Kingdom, That the blood done sign my name. Well in de Lamb’s book it is written, That the blood done sign my name. Well the wheels a turnin’, wheels a turnin’, Blood done sign my name. I’m boun’ for glory, boun’ for glory, The blood done sign my name. On de mountain, on de mountain, The blood done sign my name. In the valley, in the valley, Blood done sign my name.

But the Christian does not have an easy time after his conversion. Satan is always at hand and ready to lead him away if there is a chance. The negro’s idea of satan and the devil has been noted. In his march songs the negro imagines that he is marching against his foe; this foe is sometimes satan himself. “The other world is not lak’ dis” is a typical marching song.

I er’s walkin’ ’long de oder day, De udder worl’ is not lak’ dis, I met ole satan on de way, De udder worl’ is not lak’ dis, He said, “Young man, you’re too young to pray”, De udder worl’ is not lak’ dis. Tell all dis worl’, Tell all dis worl’, Tell all dis worl’, De odder worl’ is not lak’ dis. As I went down in de valley to pray, De udder worl’ is not lak’ dis, I met a little looker on de way, De udder worl’ is not lak’ dis, He said: “Look out fer de Judgment day”, De udder worl’ is not lak’ dis.

Another marching song that is a rousing one is “Goin’ down to Jord’n”. It represents, like the one just given, the attributes of satan and his relation to the Christian. The scene as pictured, the army marching on down to Jordan, the imaginary foe, and the rhythm of the song make it a favorite.

Halleluyer to the Lam’, Goin’ on down to Jordan, Lord God’s on that givin’ han’, Goin’ on down to Jordan. Goin’ down to Jordan, Goin’ down to Jordan, I got my breas’plate, sword an’ shield, Goin’ down to Jordan, Boldly mar chin’ thru’ the field, Goin’ on down to Jordan. I plucked one block out’n satan’s wall, Goin’ on down to Jordan, I heard him stumble an’ saw him fall, Goin’ on down to Jordan. Ole satan’s a liar an’ a conjurer, too, Goin’ on down to Jordan, If you don’t mind he’ll conjure you, Goin’ down to Jordan. Ole satan mad an’ I am glad, He missed a soul he thought he had. Ole satan thought he had me fast, Broke his chain an’ I’m free at last. I’ve landed my feet on Jordan’s sho’, Now I’m free forever mo’, Goin’ on down to Jordan.

Something has been observed about the negro’s attitude toward the crucifixion. The old songs asked: “Wus you dere when dey crucified my Lord? When dey put the crown of thorns on?” and other scenes. In some of the songs the negroes sang “I wus dere when”, etc., while still others only affirm the facts. The songs of the present generation of negroes are less vivid and less full of feeling for the suffering of the Master. Some of the verses are similar to those of the plantation songs.

He carried his cross, he carried his cross, Up Zion hill, up Zion hill, He carried his cross, he carried his cross, Up Zion hill, up Zion hill, He carried his cross up Zion hill, Zion hill, Zion hill. They put on him the thorny crown (3), Then they nail my Jesus down, They nail him down, nail him down, nail him down, They lif’ the cross high in the air (3), To show the worl’ how they nail him there, How they nail him there, nail him there, nail him there.

A peculiar corruption of this song represents the prodigal son as being in the place of Christ; now it is the prodigal, now it is the Lord. It indicates the manner of the development of many of these songs, and shows something of the insignificance of the words on the minds of the singers. He sings with his holy laugh:

Yes, the prodigal son come home, ha, ha, Yes, the prodigal son come home, ha, ha, The prodigal son come home by hisself. An’ they nail him to the cross, ha, ha, An’ they nail him to the cross, ha, ha, An’ they nail him to the cross on that day. An’ the blood come runnin’ down, ha, ha, The blood come runnin’ down, ha, ha, An’ the blood come runnin’ down, on that day. An’ they kill the fat’nin’ calf, ha, ha, An’ they kill the fat’nin’ calf, ha, ha, They kill the fat’nin’ calf on that day. An’ they carried my Lord away, ha, ha, An’ they carried my Lord away, ha, ha, They carried my Lord away, by hisself.

Paul and Silas, Peter and John are models for proper contemplation. One of the old songs represented Peter and Paul as bound in jail. “Togedda dey sung, togedda dey prayed, De Lawd he heard how dey sung an’ prayed. Den humble yo’selves, de bell done rung.” “Paul an’ Silas bound in jail, The Christians pray both night and day,” represented another song, one version of which has survived and is current to-day. Most of the song consists in repetitions.

Paul and Silas bound in jail, Paul and Silas bound in jail, Paul and Silas bound in jail, Paul and Silas bound in jail. Paul did pray one mournful prayer (4). Don’t you wish you could pray like Paul?(4) He prayed an’ the good Lord set him free (4).

Another version prays for the angels to come down and unlock the door of the jail. It has a striking parallel among the secular songs and might have been composed with the idea of the negro in jail as being rescued.

Come down angel with the key, Come down angel with the key, My Lord, angel, come down with the key. Unlock the door for me-e-e, Unlock the door for me-e-e, My Lord, unlock the door for me. Paul and Silas is in jail, Paul and Silas is in jail, My Lord, Paul and Silas is in jail. Unlock the jail-house door, Unlock the jail-house door-oor, My Lord, unlock the jail house door.

Among those of the Bible who have been the special subject of song, Noah has a prominent place. References to him have been made already. He is always the hero of the flood. In most of the songs wherein a special character has an important part, it is in the chorus or refrain. So in “Fohty days an’ nights”, a general mixture of songs and ideas, Noah and the flood make the chorus.

Dey calls bro’ Noah a foolish man, Fohty days an’ nights, He built de ark upon de lan’, Fohty days an’ nights. En, ho, ho, didn’t it rain? O yes, you know it did. Ho, ho, didn’t it rain? O yes, you know it did. Ole Satan wears a iron shoe, Hit’s fohty days an’ nights, Ef you don’t mind gwine slip it on you, Fohty days an’ nights. Some go to meetin’ to put on pretense, Fohty days an’ nights, Until de day ob grace is spent, Fohty days an’ nights. Some go to meetin’ to sing an’ shout, Fohty days an’ nights, Fo’ six months dey’ll be turned out, Fohty days an’ nights. I tell you brother an’ I tell you twice, It’s fohty days an’ nights, My soul done anchored in Jesus Christ, Fohty days an’ nights. If you git dar befo’ I do, Forty days an’ nights, Look out fer me I’se comin’ too, Fohty days an’ nights. You baptize Peter an’ you baptize Paul, It’s fohty days an’ nights, But de Lord-God-er-mighty gwine baptize all, It’s fohty days an’ nights.

Another version in one of the old songs says: “Some go to church to laugh and talk, but dey knows nuthin’ ’bout de Christian’s walk”. “De Ole Ark a-moverin’” was the title of a plantation song which gave the story of Noah and the flood. Noah and his sons “went to work upon dry lan’”, and everything went according to the original “plan”.

Jes’ wait a little while, I’m gwine tell you ’bout de ole ark, De Lord told Noah for to build him an ole ark, Den Noah and his sons went to work upon dry lan’, Dey built dat ark jes’ accordin’ to comman’, Noah an’ his sons went to work upon de timber, De proud begin to laugh the silly to point de finger, When de ark was finished jes’ accordin’ to plan, Massa Noah took his family both animal an’ man, When de rain begin to fall and de ark begin to rise, De wicked hung round wid der groans and der cries, Fohty days and fohty nights de rain it kep’ a fallin’, De wicked clumb de trees an’ for help dey kep’ callin’, Dat awful rain she stopped at las’, de waters dey subsided, An’ dat ole ark wid all aboard on Ararat rided.

This is the picture which the plantation and slave negro has made for his satisfaction. The present-day song that apparently originated in the above song is less elaborate, having only portions of the old song, and not being much in demand. It, too, is called “Didn’t it rain?”

God told Noah ’bout de rainbow sign— Lawd, didn’t it rain? No more water but fier nex’ time— O didn’t it rain? Halleluyer. O didn’t it rain, O didn’t it rain? Halleluyer, didn’t it rain? Some fohty days an’ nights. Well it rain fohty days an’ nights widout stoppin’, Lawd, didn’t it rain? The sinner got mad ’cause the rain kept a droppin’, O didn’t it rain? Halleluyer.

Among the most interesting of all the negro spirituals are those which have been composed in recent years. These are significant in their bearing upon the temperament and religion of the present-day negro. These songs are efforts at poetry, while at the same time they unite biblical story with song. How they are often begun and for what purposes they are composed was mentioned in the previous discussion concerning the origin of negro songs. Further analysis of the form may be made in the study of the negro’s mental imagery. The following song, which gets its name from the chorus, is entitled “My Trouble is Hard”, and was composed by “Sister Bowers”. It was printed on a single sheet for distribution; each person who contributed to the collection was entitled to a copy, or a copy could be had for a nickel. She sung her new song to the crowds wherever she went, and then was given a pro-rata of the collections. With the chorus repeated after each stanza, as the negroes always do, it becomes a song of unusual length:

I know a man that was here before Christ, His name was Adam and Eve was his wife, I’ll tell you how this man lived a rugged life, Just by taking this woman’s advice. My trouble is hard, O yes, My trouble is hard, O yes, My trouble is hard, O yes, Yes indeed, my trouble is hard. Whilst you are sitting on your seat, Let me tell you something that is sweet, When all God’s people in glory meet, They will slip and slide the golden street. Stop young man, I’ve something to say; You know you’re sinful and why don’t you pray? You’re sinning against a sin-venged God, Who has power to slay us all. O Lord, aint it a pity—ain’t it a shame— To see how my Lord and Saviour was slain? I hate to call the murderer’s name, I know they are dead but left the stain. Read the Scriptures and be content, You are bound to know what Jesus meant, John was here before his advent; Stood in the wilderness and cried “Repent”. Christ called his apostles two by two, He particularly told them what to do, Preach my gospel as I command you, And I’ll be with you all the way through. Just me tell you what David done, Old man Jesse’s youngest son: He slayed Goliath that mighty one, Ole Saul pursued him but he had to run. Ole Saul pursued poor David’s life— It’s a mighty good thing he had a wife, They went to his house and did surround And she took a rope and let him down. God called Jonah in a powerful way, He told old Jonah just what to say; Tell them people if they don’t pray, I’ll destroy the city of Nineveh. Just let me tell you how this world is fixed, Satan has got it so full of tricks, You can go from place to place, Everybody’s runnin’ down the colored race.

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