_To be sung to the tune of the old Negro Spiritual “Every time I feel the spirit moving in my heart I’ll pray.”_ Peter Jackson was a-preaching And the house was still as snow. He whispered of repentance And the lights were dim and low And were almost out When he gave the first shout: “Arise, arise, Cry out your eyes.” And we mourned all our terrible sins away. Clean, clean away. Then we marched around, around, And sang with a wonderful sound:-- “Every time I feel the spirit moving in my heart I’ll pray. Every time I feel the spirit moving in my heart I’ll pray.” And we fell by the altar And fell by the aisle, And found our Savior In just a little while, We all found Jesus at the break of the day, We all found Jesus at the break of the day. Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus. THE CONSCIENTIOUS DEACON _A song to be syncopated as you please_ Black cats, grey cats, green cats miau-- Chasing the deacon who stole the cow. He runs and tumbles, he tumbles and runs. He sees big white men with dogs and guns. He falls down flat. He turns to stare-- No cats, no dogs, and no men there. But black shadows, grey shadows, green shadows come. The wind says, “Miau!” and the rain says, “Hum!” He goes straight home. He dreams all night. He howls. He puts his wife in a fright. Black devils, grey devils, green devils shine-- Yes, by Sambo, And the fire looks fine! Cat devils, dog devils, cow devils grin-- Yes, by Sambo, And the fire rolls in. And so, next day, to avoid the worst-- He takes that cow Where he found her first. DAVY JONES’ DOOR-BELL _A Chant for Boys with Manly Voices._ _Every line sung one step deeper than the line preceding._ Any sky-bird sings, “_Ring, ring!_” Any church-chime calls, “_Dong ding!_” Any cannon says, “_Boom bang!_” Any whirlwind says, “_Whing whang!_” The bell-buoy hums and roars, “_Ding dong!_” And way down deep, Where fishes throng, By Davy Jones’ big deep-sea door, Shaking the ocean’s flowery floor, His door-bell booms “_Dong dong, Dong dong_,” Deep, deep down, “_Clang boom, Boom dong, Boom dong, Boom dong!_” THE SEA SERPENT CHANTEY I There’s a snake on the western wave And his crest is red. He is long as a city street, And he eats the dead. There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea Where the snake goes down. And he waits in the bottom of the sea For the men that drown. [Sidenote: _Let the audience join in the chorus._] Chorus:-- This is the voice of the sand (The sailors understand) “There is far more sea than sand, There is far more sea than land. Yo ... ho, yo ... ho.” II