American Old Time Song Lyrics: 26 Hurry, Little Children, Sunday Morn

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 26

Hurry, Little Children, Sunday Morn
Copyright, 1883, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.

Hurry, little children, Sunday morn,
De ole mule's tied at de door;
Get into de wagon, come along,
An' see ole Parson Moore.
Standing in de pulpit, bible in hand,
Happy as a clam In de shell ;
Come, hurry, little children, oh, de lamb,
Hear dat ole church bell.

Chorus.
Ding, dong, ding-a-ding-a-dong,
Listen to the echo in the dell;
Hurry, little children, Sunday morn,
Hear dat ole church bell.
Ding, dong, ding-a-ding-a dong,
Listen to the echo in the dell;
Hurry, little children, Sunday morn,
Hear dat ole church bell.

Flowers in de roadside bending low,
De blackbird chirping on de tree;
Labor's done and over, come and go,
And set ole Satan loose and free.
Smoking in de hollow, foggy on de Bill,
Sunny round de church in de dell ;
Oh, hush, you little children, do keep still,
Hear dat ole church bell. -Chors.

Froggy in de brookside croaking loud,
De ole cow chewing on its cud;
Goosey goes a-waddling, mighty proud,
De pig sleep in de juicy mud.
Resurrection morning, hear dat horn,
Sinner man he run a pel-a-mel ;
Oh, scramble in de churchyard, newly born,
To hear dat ole church bell.-Chors.

Neighbor on a roadside walking slow,
A-humming of Zion's happy tune;
Aunty Chloe Kesiah, and Uncle Snow,
He's just exactly eighty-five in June.
Mourners in de vestry, sisters in de pew, I
Everybody happy, fat and well; I
Oh, hush, you little children, keep still, do,
Hear dat ole church bell.-Chorus.