booth led boldly with his big bass drum the saints smiled gravely and they said he s come walking lepers followed rank on rank lurching bravos from the ditches dank drabs from the alleyways drug fiends pale minds still passion ridden soul flowers frail vermin eaten saints with moldy breath unwashed legions with the ways of death evry slum had sent its half a score the round world over ev ry banner that the wide world flies bloomed with glory and transcendent dyes big voiced lasses made their banjoes bang tranced fanatical they shrieked and sang are you washed in the blood of the lamb hallelujah lord it was queer to see bull necked convicts with that land make free loons with trumpets blown a blare blare blare on on upward thro the golden air jesus came from out the court house door stretched his hands above the passing poor booth saw not but led his queer ones round and round yet in an instant all that blear review marched on spotless clad in raiment new the lame were straightened withered limbs uncurled and blind eyes opened on a new sweet world 