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 reglar task to do, He never took no rest; Or if twas off-and-on — the same — He done his level best. If he was preachin 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 outen (Hades) And land him with the blest — Then snatch a prayer ‘n waltz in again, And do his level best. He’d cuss and sing and howl and pray, And dance and drink and jest, And lie and steal — all one to him — He done his level best. Whate’er this man was sot to do, He done it with a zest: No matter what his contract was, HE’D DO HIS LEVEL BEST.