The gospel is preach’d for a dollar or two,
And salvation is claim’d for a dollar or two;
You may sin some at times, but the worst of all crimes,
Is to find yourself short of a dollar or two.
Dilla Burn.
I loved a little colored girl,
She lived in Tennessee,
She was not much to any one,
But all the world to me.
Her master used her very hard,
But mine, he used me well;
And how I pitied this poor girl,
There’s none but me can tell.