The Unveiling of the Organ
IT wuz down in Punkin Centre,I believe in eighty-nine,We had some doin’s at the meetin’ house,That we thought wuz purty fine;
It wuz a great occasion,The choir, led by Sister Morgan,Had called us thar to witnessThe unveilin’ of the organ.
In order fer to git itWe’d bin savin’ here and there,Lookin’ forward to the timeWhen we’d have music fer to spare,And as the time it had arrived,And the organ had cum, too,We had all of us assembled tharTo hear what the thing could do.
Wall, it wuz a gorgeous instrument,In a handsome walnut case,And thar wuz expectationPictured out on every face;Then when Deacon WitherspoonHad led us all in prayer,The congregation all stood upAnd Old Hundred rent the air.
Jist then the doin’s took a turn,Though I’m ashamed to say it,We found that old Jim LawsonWuz the only one could play it;But Jim, the poor old feller,Had one besettin’ sin,A fondness fer hard ciderWhich he’d bin indulgin’ in.
But he sot down at that organ,Planked his feet upon the pedals,And he showed us he could play itThough he hadn’t any medals;He dwelt upon the trebleAnd he flirted with the base,He almost made that organJump right out of its case.
Wall, the cider got in old Jim’s headAnd in his fingers, too,So he played some dancin’ musicAnd old Yankee Doodle Doo;He shocked old Deacon WitherspoonAnd scared poor Sister Morgan,And jist busted up the meetin’At the unveilin’ of the organ.