As I went down in de valley one day, I fell upon my knees, I begged and cried fer pardon, The Lord did give me ease. _Free, free, my Lord, Free, free, my Lord, Free, free, my Lord, To march de heaven's highway._ The Lord called Moses, Moses refuse to answer, _Free, free_, etc. My mother look at de son an' smile, My Father look at me, My mother turn my soul from hell, King Jesus set me free, is an unusual variation and interpretation of the old song; just how and when the negro inserted the idea of mother would be difficult to ascertain; perhaps it came from "master," or more likely it was introduced by them while they interpreted _father_ and _son_ as names of the ordinary members of a human family. The original form seems to have been, De Father, he looked on de Son and smiled, De Son, he looked on me; De Father, he redeemed my soul from hell; An' de Son, he set me free. The chorus, too, has been much confused and is given as "_Children light on dat cross, God bless you forever mo'_." The song is not a common one among the negroes and is not known, apparently, among the younger ones. In contrast with this favorite of the older negroes may be given a favorite of the younger generation, "Glad I got religion." The repetition represents pretty well the relative depth of the feeling which the convert feels. But he loves to sing it for its pleasing sound and for the faith it gives him in his own religious state. The song is a long and continued chorus and may well be taken as a type of the song which reflects the negro's feeling of immunity from sin. I'm so glad, so glad; I'm so glad, so glad, Glad I _got religion_, so glad, Glad I _got religion_, so glad. I'm so glad, so glad; I'm so glad, so glad, I'm _glad all over_, so glad, I'm _glad all over_, so glad. I'm so glad, so glad; I'm so glad, so glad, Glad I bin' _changed_, so glad. Glad I bin' _changed_, so glad. And so he continues singing; he is glad that he is _goin' to heaven_, he is glad that he is _not a sinner_, glad he has been _set free_, and many other such states. Then when he has finished he begins all over again, if he wishes and sings: "Sister, ain't you glad? Brother, ain't you glad?" and goes through with as many of these as he wishes, _preacher_, _mourner_, _auntie_, and the others. The "sinner-man" is the theme for many verses of the negro favorites. Directed at him are warnings and admonitions. He is told what he must do and when; how he must do and why. He is told of the experiences of the Christians and he is told of the doom of the damned. The negro rejoices over his own safety and boasts of the sinner's destruction; at the same time he constantly refers to the "po' sinner" in a sympathetic way. But the sinner must be warned: