The Missionary’s Daughter

The Missionary’s Daughter.
By JAMES J. MONTAGE
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Now, Dollie, keep your eyes on me.
Be quiet, an’ behave;
You’re loads of trouble, ’cause, you see,
You’ve got a soul to save.
There’s dreadful lots you’ll need to learn.
An’ there’ll be days an’ days
Of studying, before you’ll turn
From wicked, heathen ways.

I’ll teach you ’bout the Ark, an’ why
The animals all could
Stay there with Noah, an’ keep dry.
For all of them was good.
‘Bout Joseph’s funny patchwork coat.
All green an’ blue an’ red,
An’ little David’s sling that smote
Goliath on his head.

An’ then we’ll sing a sacred song.
An’ pretty soon you’ll say
That you believe it’s very wrong
To worship gods of clay.
A patient doll you’ll have to be.
Because, before you’re done,
If you learn texts as hard as me.
You’ll find it’s not much fun.

But if I bowed to gods of clay.
An’ walked in pagan sin,
I’d try real hard to drive away
The darkness I was in.
An’ by an’ by, when you repent,
An’ get all borned anew.
You’ll just be glad that I was sent
To save your soul for you.