An', my bredren, includin' uv de sistren, I ain't gwine ter spare yer feelin's dis day.
You can't go nowhere's, my frien's and bredren, but Deff 'll fin' you.
I want 'em laid 'pun top er one ernudder, bredren, tell yer can't see de bottumus' monahs.
O my bredren, dis is a fine new meetin-house, but we should all seek a house whose builder and maker is de great Lord!
O my bredren, when dem jerudic angels come you will be sorry you havent done more for de Lord!
My bredren, dont think yer sufferin when yer not, jest for an excuse to git a dram.
An', bredren, I'm er tellin' yer de truf dis ebenin'; hit's jes 'bout de middle twix' een an' een.