Went down to camp meeting just the other afternoon Just to hear ’em shout and sing For to tell each other how they love one another And to make the hallelujahs ring There was old Brother Daniel and Cousin Ebeneezer Uncle Rufus and his lame gal, Sue Aunt Polly and Melinda and old Mother Bender Well, I never seen a happier crew 
Chorus Oh, little children, I believe Oh, little children, I believe Oh, little children, I believe I’m a Methodist till I die I’m a Methodist, Methodist, ’tis my belief I’m a Methodist till I die Till old grim death comes a-knocking at the door I’m a Methodist till I die 
Well they all go there just to have a big time And to eat their grub so sly Have applesauce-butter, sugar-in-the-gourd And a great big Methodist pie Well you ought to hear the ringing when they all get to singing That good old bye and bye See Jimmy McGee in the top of a tree Saying, how is this for high 
Then they all join hands and dance around a ring Just a-singing all the while You’d think it was a cyclone coming through the air You could hear about half a mile Then a bell brings loud and the great big crowd Breaks ranks and up they fly While I took board on the sugar in the gourd And I cleaned up the Methodist Pie 
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