The Poetry Corner

Tarry Ye Not In Egypt.

By A. H. Laidlaw

The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men, Tarry ye not in Egypt! He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen, And he'll smite them and smite them again and again. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt! The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men, He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen, And he'll smite them and smite them again and again, So tarry no longer in Egypt. The Lord hath set His sign in the sky, Tarry ye not in Egypt! And all the first-born in the land shall die, The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt! The Lord hath set His sign in the sky, And all the first-born in the land shall die; The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh, So tarry no longer in Egypt! The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King, Tarry ye not in Egypt! So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt! The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King, So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing, So tarry no longer in Egypt! There is blood on the river and blood on the door, Tarry ye not in Egypt! The land shall be red on the sea and the shore, And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore. Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not, Tarry ye not in Egypt! There is blood on the river and blood on the door, The land shall be red on the sea and the shore, And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore, So tarry no longer in Egypt!