Volume 10 — THE BACKSLIDING BROTHER
Reading edition
BY FRANK L. STANTON
De screech owl screech f'um de ol' barn lof'; "You drinked yo' dram sence you done swear off; En you gwine de way Whar' de sinners stay, En Satan gwine ter roas' you at de Jedgmint Day!" Den de ol' ha'nt say, f'um de ol' chu'ch wall: "You des so triflin' dat you had ter fall! En you gwine de way Whar' de brimstone stay, En Satan gwine ter roas' you at de Jedgmint Day!" Den I shake en shiver, En I hunt fer kiver, En I cry ter de good Lawd, "Please deliver!" I tell 'im plain Dat my hopes is vain, En I drinked my dram fer ter ease my pain! Den de screech owl screech f'um de north ter south "You drinked yo' dram, en you smacked yo' mouth! En you gwine de way Whar' de brimstone stay, En Satan gwine ter roas' you at de Jedgmint Day!"