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