Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for t' carry me home .

It was like the sweet chariot had swung low and was going to pick me up.

It was the sweet chariot, come from beyond the pearly gates to rescue him.

Speaking of which, I didn't really like the mocking '"Swing low sweet chariot" chant from the Ulster fans on Friday.

Instead of using the same lyrics, George changed the lyrics to "Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride."

Swing low, sweet chariot.

Swing low, sweet chariots!

We'd swing wide and low sweet chariot.

Almost a third of the slaves were fervent worshippers now, singing with passion about green pastures, and sweet chariots coming for to carry them home.

It's a sweet chariot.