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I don' hear dem rebolushuns 'bout whiskey en all dat,
But yu aint gwy nebber pas' um, I tells you dat right flat;
Don't let ya'lls smartnis fool you, en try to do too much,
Cause you jes gwy bring 'bout sturbance, en you tryin' to bus dis chuch.

Ya'll know dat whiskey bin here long 'fore we wuz born,
En tain't nebber trubble nothin', better let wel nuf lone;
Size, Paul don tole you take it, jes fur de stomach's sake,
We cert'ny gwy bay de scripshur, den what ya'll speck to make?

I hear ya'll kote dat scripshur, “ef eatin meat fen, don't eat,”
But Paul won't talkin' 'bout whiskey, 'cause he plint'ly menshuns meat;
Dat drunkards khant reach hebbin, de guard wont let um in,
But dat don't mean wid whiskey, but folks dat's drunk in sin;

“Look not on de wine cup,” is what de Word tells me,
Well don't dat mean to drink it? 'tis plain ez plain ken be.
But we 'cided 'fore we kum here to vote dat moshun down,
Cause we argued it at meetins we had all ober town.

In couse we'z pozed to dancin' en all dem no harm sins,
An' will turn um out like lightnin' ef tiz dem upper tens;
But all sich things ez drinkin', playin' policy en such,
“Am far too trifflin' matters to fotch befor' dis chuch.”