"The Baptists" by Larry Gorman

There came to us a patron saint,
His name was Mr. Gordon;
Against him we’ll make no complain,
For we must go accordin’.

He saw that we were all astray,
And he came here to guide us;
If we his rules should disobey
He tells us woe betide us.

To be dipped! To be dipped!
‘Tis enough to kill one!
To think that we would all be dipped
In Ebenezer’s mill pond.

Here comes this holy man of God,
Gathering up his lost ones,
Preaching to his famous squad,
The Morrills and the Crossmans.

The Baptists they are very thick,
They think they have the right time;
They raise from every bush you kick,
Especially in the night-time.

To be dipped! To be dipped!
‘Tis enough to kill one!
To think that we would all be dipped
In Ebenezer’s mill pond.

The Baptists they’re a nervy crew
When they do get together,
Stemming out to cold Nauvoo
Despite cold wind and weather.

On Sunday evening [the girls] go to church
Escorted by their father,
But on the way returning home
A young man they would rather.

To be dipped! To be dipped!
‘Tis enough to kill one!
To think that we would all be dipped
In Ebenezer’s mill pond.


from p.18 at https://umaine.edu/folklife/wp-content/uploads/sites/312/2010/08/LarryGormanPanels.pdf along with some history about the song.