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"Now, how does you sergashuate?" sez Norah ter a w'ale,
"Des hurry, hurry, hurry 'fo' hit's dark.
Be sho' you bring de missus, en don' flop eroun' yer tail
Ner squabble, squabble, squabble wid de shark."
He axes Mistah Skeetur would he please ter enter in.
Mis' Norah she git mad ez hops en say it wuz a sin,
W'ich mek de Skeetur huffy en he stung 'er on de
En hammer, hammer, hammer thoo de Ark.
Gawd He walk' wid Norah, etc.
"Des hurry, hurry, hurry 'fo' hit's dark.
Be sho' you bring de missus, en don' flop eroun' yer tail
Ner squabble, squabble, squabble wid de shark."
He axes Mistah Skeetur would he please ter enter in.
Mis' Norah she git mad ez hops en say it wuz a sin,
W'ich mek de Skeetur huffy en he stung 'er on de
En hammer, hammer, hammer thoo de Ark.
Gawd He walk' wid Norah, etc.
Dey all went in by twoses, en at las' de Ark wuz full,
En wot-a, wot-a, wot-a load wuz dey!
Shem bolted fas' de winder, en den give de bell a pull,
En dey floated, floated, floated up de bay.
De Lawd He say ter Norah, "Wid des all Mah might en main,
For fo'ty days en fo'ty nights I's gwinter sen' a rain,
En ef you-alls behaves yerse'fs, ner takes Mah name in vain,
You'll go sailin', sailin', sailin' fur away."
Gawd He walk' wid Norah, etc.
En wot-a, wot-a, wot-a load wuz dey!
Shem bolted fas' de winder, en den give de bell a pull,
En dey floated, floated, floated up de bay.
De Lawd He say ter Norah, "Wid des all Mah might en main,
For fo'ty days en fo'ty nights I's gwinter sen' a rain,
En ef you-alls behaves yerse'fs, ner takes Mah name in vain,
You'll go sailin', sailin', sailin' fur away."
Gawd He walk' wid Norah, etc.
En w'en de ride wuz did en done, dey all goes troo de do'
Ez happy, happy, happy ez a lark,
En falls down on deir kneeses fer ter t'ank de Lawd fer sho'
Dey wuz 'livered, 'livered, 'livered f'om de dark.
De Lawd He flung a rainbow 'crost de elements en sky,
En He say ter Mistah Norah, "You is monst'us peart en spry,
En I'll neber disremembers you's de apple ob Mah eye,
Fer you hammer, hammer, hammer on de Ark."
Gawd He walk' wid Norah, etc.
Ez happy, happy, happy ez a lark,
En falls down on deir kneeses fer ter t'ank de Lawd fer sho'
Dey wuz 'livered, 'livered, 'livered f'om de dark.
De Lawd He flung a rainbow 'crost de elements en sky,
En He say ter Mistah Norah, "You is monst'us peart en spry,
En I'll neber disremembers you's de apple ob Mah eye,
Fer you hammer, hammer, hammer on de Ark."
Gawd He walk' wid Norah, etc.
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