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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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THE WHANGDOODLE BAND
I went to hear a parson preach
A sermon in a church, And all the coons were gathered round
Wherever they could perch.
The parson preached about a trump And cymbals clang and bang,
Until the carpets took a jump And all the rafters rang.
But Hannah Jones commenced to snore When listless dropped her hand,
And that immediately started off The whole whangdoodle band.
And brother Thomas with his bass
Essayed to lead the score, Until it seemed a storm had broke
And muffled in its roar.
And Ephraim Squires solos played
In such astounding tunes, The echoes traveled to the skies
And floated to the moons.
And so it went from flute to flute,
From cornet to the drum, You thought the Lord was surely here
And all his kingdom come. |
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