SATAN FISHING
Ole Satan went a fishin’ when de Lawd he fus’ made man,En all de fish dat cum his way he never fail to lan’.He had all diff’unt kind er bait to suit dey appetite,En all de patience in de worl’ to wait fer dem to bite;He cotch Eve wid a apple, en ole Adam wid de core,Changed his bait en went on fishin’, en he kep’ a-ketchin’ more;De sinners breed tremendous fas’ en cum a-swimmin’ by,He drap de hook, dey dive en bite, he lan’ ’um high en dry.En he sets dar still a-fishin’, wid a wicked, sinful look,En des to hoodoo niggers, he hangs chickens on his hook,Er a great, big watermelon, er a white man’s ’tater hill,Er sump’n des ez certain ter be swallered pas’ de gill.So mo’ners, turn yo’ haids away, keep lookin’ to de right,Ef yo’ never fools aroun’ de bait you’ll never want to bite;Turn f’um de things dat tempt de flesh en watch out fer yo’ soulsEn yo’ won’t be ’mungst de suckers dat he fries upon de coals!W. M. Goodman.
Ole Satan went a fishin’ when de Lawd he fus’ made man,En all de fish dat cum his way he never fail to lan’.He had all diff’unt kind er bait to suit dey appetite,En all de patience in de worl’ to wait fer dem to bite;He cotch Eve wid a apple, en ole Adam wid de core,Changed his bait en went on fishin’, en he kep’ a-ketchin’ more;De sinners breed tremendous fas’ en cum a-swimmin’ by,He drap de hook, dey dive en bite, he lan’ ’um high en dry.En he sets dar still a-fishin’, wid a wicked, sinful look,En des to hoodoo niggers, he hangs chickens on his hook,Er a great, big watermelon, er a white man’s ’tater hill,Er sump’n des ez certain ter be swallered pas’ de gill.So mo’ners, turn yo’ haids away, keep lookin’ to de right,Ef yo’ never fools aroun’ de bait you’ll never want to bite;Turn f’um de things dat tempt de flesh en watch out fer yo’ soulsEn yo’ won’t be ’mungst de suckers dat he fries upon de coals!W. M. Goodman.
Ole Satan went a fishin’ when de Lawd he fus’ made man,En all de fish dat cum his way he never fail to lan’.He had all diff’unt kind er bait to suit dey appetite,En all de patience in de worl’ to wait fer dem to bite;He cotch Eve wid a apple, en ole Adam wid de core,Changed his bait en went on fishin’, en he kep’ a-ketchin’ more;De sinners breed tremendous fas’ en cum a-swimmin’ by,He drap de hook, dey dive en bite, he lan’ ’um high en dry.
Ole Satan went a fishin’ when de Lawd he fus’ made man,
En all de fish dat cum his way he never fail to lan’.
He had all diff’unt kind er bait to suit dey appetite,
En all de patience in de worl’ to wait fer dem to bite;
He cotch Eve wid a apple, en ole Adam wid de core,
Changed his bait en went on fishin’, en he kep’ a-ketchin’ more;
De sinners breed tremendous fas’ en cum a-swimmin’ by,
He drap de hook, dey dive en bite, he lan’ ’um high en dry.
En he sets dar still a-fishin’, wid a wicked, sinful look,En des to hoodoo niggers, he hangs chickens on his hook,Er a great, big watermelon, er a white man’s ’tater hill,Er sump’n des ez certain ter be swallered pas’ de gill.So mo’ners, turn yo’ haids away, keep lookin’ to de right,Ef yo’ never fools aroun’ de bait you’ll never want to bite;Turn f’um de things dat tempt de flesh en watch out fer yo’ soulsEn yo’ won’t be ’mungst de suckers dat he fries upon de coals!
En he sets dar still a-fishin’, wid a wicked, sinful look,
En des to hoodoo niggers, he hangs chickens on his hook,
Er a great, big watermelon, er a white man’s ’tater hill,
Er sump’n des ez certain ter be swallered pas’ de gill.
So mo’ners, turn yo’ haids away, keep lookin’ to de right,
Ef yo’ never fools aroun’ de bait you’ll never want to bite;
Turn f’um de things dat tempt de flesh en watch out fer yo’ souls
En yo’ won’t be ’mungst de suckers dat he fries upon de coals!
W. M. Goodman.
W. M. Goodman.