⁠Up in heaben, we are told,
Don't do nothin' all dere lifetime
⁠'Ceptin' play on ha'ps o' gold.
Now I think heaben 'd be mo' homelike
⁠Ef we 'd hyeah some music fall
F'om a real ol'-fashioned banjo,
⁠Like dat one upon de wall.

IF you could sit with me beside the sea to-day,
And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er;
I think I should not find the clouds so dim and gray,
And not so loud the waves complaining at the shore.

If you could sit with me upon the shore to-day,
And hold my hand in yours as in the days of old,