Uncle Jim’s Baptist Revival Hymn

Solo.— Sin’s rooster’s crowed, Ole Mahster’s riz, De sleepin’-time is pas’; Wake up dem lazy Baptissis, Chorus.— Dey’s mightily in de grass, grass, Dey’s mightily in de grass.

Ole Mahster’s blowed de mornin’ horn, He’s blowed a powerful blas’; O Baptis’ come, come hoe de corn, You’s mightily in de grass, grass, You’s mightily in de grass.

De Meth’dis team’s done hitched; O fool, De day’s a-breakin’ fas’; Gear up dat lean ole Baptis’ mule, Dey’s mightily in de grass, grass, Dey’s mightily in de grass.

De workmen’s few an’ mons’rous slow, De cotton’s sheddin’ fas’; Whoop, look, jes’ look at de Baptis’ row, Hit’s mightily in de grass, grass, Hit’s mightily in de grass.

De jay-bird squeal to de mockin’-bird: “Stop! Don’ gimme none o’ yo’ sass; Better sing one song for de Baptis’ crop, Dey’s mightily in de grass, grass, Dey’s mightily in de grass.”

And de ole crow croak: “Don’ work, no, no;” But de fiel’-lark say, “Yaas, yaas, An’ I spec’ you mighty glad, you debblish crow, Dat de Baptissis’s in de grass, grass, Dat de Baptissis’s in de grass!”

Lord, thunder us up to de plowin’-match, Lord, peerten de hoein’ fas’, Yea, Lord, hab mussy on de Baptis’ patch, Dey’s mightily in de grass, grass, Dey’s mightily in de grass.