I've
been down to camp
meetin' the other afternoon
Fought to get in, shout and sing
Fought to tell each other
how to love one another
And to make a hallelujah ring
There's old Uncle Daniel
and Brother Ebenezer
Uncle Ru fus with his lame gal
Sue Ain't Polly and Melinda
and old Mother Binda,
oh, you've never seen a happier crew
Well, they all go there
but to have a good time
and to eat that grub so sly
Have applesauce and butter
with the sugar and the gourd
and the great big Methodist pie
Oh, little children,
I believe
Oh, little children, I be lieve
Oh, little children,
I believe
I was a Methodist till I died
I was a Methodist,
a Methodist in my belief
I was a mess -a -disk till I died
When the old grim disk
comes a -knockin' at the door
I was a mess -a -disk till I died
Well, you ought to hear the
ringin'
When they all get to singin'
That's a good old by and by
See, Jimmy McGee in the top of a tree
Said, how is this far high?
Then they caught a hold of hands
And to march around the ring
Keep a -singin' all the while
You would think it was a cyclone
A -comin' through the air
you could hear them shout a half a mile
then the bells ring loud
and the great big crowd
breaks rank and up they fly while
I took hold of the sugar and the gold
and I cleaned up the
I was a Methodist till I died,
I was a Methodist,
a Methodist in my belief,
I was a Methodist till I die.
When the old grim dead
comes a -knockin' at the door,
I's a -mess a -dead till I die.
Oh, little children, I believe.
Oh, little children, I believe.
Oh, little children, I believe,
I was a Methodist till I died.