Rebel Verses — There aint no God

There Aint no God There aint no God!

Coz if there were-- My boy what's under foreign sod Would be alive, and here: Instead of which young William Porter What never listed when he orter-- Has his farm;

And braunges yonder safe away from harm.

Poor lad!

--he went-- I can't forgit that night-- While Porter laughed him outer sight;

Now--he is spent: Porter's all right.

What does he care?

He's thinking of another farm, Instead of laying in some ditch He's rich!

And folk'll gallop at his nod.

I say it!

Dost hear me ...

Thou?

There aint no God!