Classic Poem

Poor Rosy, poor gal;
Poor Rosy, poor gal;
Rosy break my poor heart,
Heav'n shall-a be my home I cannot stay in hell one day,
Heav'n shall-a be my home;
I'll sing and pray my soul away,
Heav'n shall-a be my home.

Got hard trial in my way,
Heav'n shall-a be my home.
O when I talk, I talk wid God,
Heav'n shall-a be my home.

I dunno what do people want of me,
Heav'n shall-a be my home.

Before I stay in hell one day.
Heaven shall-a be my home;
I sing and pray my soul away,
Heaven shall-a be my home.