Hurry, Little Children, Sunday Morn - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Hurry, Little Children, Sunday Morn Copyright, 1883, by Wm. A. Pond & Co. Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham. 
Hurry, little children, Sunday morn, De ole mule's tied at de door; Get into de wagon, come along, An' see ole Parson Moore. Standing in de pulpit, bible in hand, Happy as a clam In de shell ; Come, hurry, little children, oh, de lamb, Hear dat ole church bell. 
Chorus. Ding, dong, ding-a-ding-a-dong, Listen to the echo in the dell; Hurry, little children, Sunday morn, Hear dat ole church bell. Ding, dong, ding-a-ding-a dong, Listen to the echo in the dell; Hurry, little children, Sunday morn, Hear dat ole church bell. 
Flowers in de roadside bending low, De blackbird chirping on de tree; Labor's done and over, come and go, And set ole Satan loose and free. Smoking in de hollow, foggy on de Bill, Sunny round de church in de dell ; Oh, hush, you little children, do keep still, Hear dat ole church bell. -Chors. 
Froggy in de brookside croaking loud, De ole cow chewing on its cud; Goosey goes a-waddling, mighty proud, De pig sleep in de juicy mud. Resurrection morning, hear dat horn, Sinner man he run a pel-a-mel ; Oh, scramble in de churchyard, newly born, To hear dat ole church bell.-Chors. 
Neighbor on a roadside walking slow, A-humming of Zion's happy tune; Aunty Chloe Kesiah, and Uncle Snow, He's just exactly eighty-five in June. Mourners in de vestry, sisters in de pew, I Everybody happy, fat and well; I Oh, hush, you little children, keep still, do, Hear dat ole church bell.-Chorus.