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I dreamed that the trumpet had sounded, / The Judgment we went to on high, / By bands of the angels surrounded, / We hurried away to the sky; / Some fellows wore scared-looking faces, / And some had a wondering look, / But stood all arranged in our places, / And watched as they opened the book.
We never had read much about it, / And seldom attended the kirk, / The judgment we heard, never doubt it, / Was, "Man should be judged by his work"; / We hadn't done much we were proud of, / Except for the road or the mine, / But Mac said, if it was allowed of, / We'd build them a heavenly line.