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That was Dad's an' Mom's last dancin': but they brewed such admiration,
That their influence never died in that wicked Heathen Nation:
An' you recollect, when Dad a revival there inserted,
More than half the folks that lived near, swung right in an' got converted.
Then you says—“In cornerin' sinners, do not feel too much above 'em:
Kind of make 'em understand that, like David, you're one of 'em.”
That their influence never died in that wicked Heathen Nation:
An' you recollect, when Dad a revival there inserted,
More than half the folks that lived near, swung right in an' got converted.
Then you says—“In cornerin' sinners, do not feel too much above 'em:
Kind of make 'em understand that, like David, you're one of 'em.”
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