HE DONE HIS LEVEL BEST

Was he a mining on the flat—
He done it with a zest;
Was he a leading of the choir—
He done his level best.

If he'd a regular task to do,
He never took,no rest;
Or if it was off and on—the same—
He done his level best.

If he was preach in' on his beat,
He'd tramp from east to west,
And north to south-in cold and heat
He done his level best.

He'd yank a sinner out in (Hades),**
And land him with the blessed;
Then snatch a prayer in' waltz in again,
And do his level best.