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Bar-Z on a Sunday Night |
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" Look ever to Jesus, he'll carry you through,"—
That's puttin' it up to Him! We ain't no saints on the ol' Bar-Z,
But many a time an' oft
When ol' fiddle's a-pleadin', " Abide with me,"
Our hearts gets kinder soft.
An' we makes some promises there an' then
Which we keeps — till we goes to bed,—
That's the most could be ast o' a passel o' men
What ain't no saints, as I said.
Percival Combes. |
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