A went, of coose, ta VisitAction
Ta be sworn in;--an than 'twar nAction
Hord that a man his power should doubt,--
An moor--ta try ta turn en out!
"Naw, Naw!" exclaim'd our young churchwarden,
I dwon't care vor ye Acll a copper varden!"
Tha church war durty.--Wevets here
Hang'd danglin vrom tha ruf; an there
Tha plaisterin shaw'd a crazy wAcll;
Tha Acltar-piece war dim and dowsty too,
That Peter's maricle thAc scase cood view.
Tha Ten Commandments nawbody cood rade; [Footnote: Read]
Tha Lord's Prayer ad nuthin in't bit "Brade;" [Footnote: Bread]
Nor had tha Creed
A lain or letter parfit, grate or smAcll.
'Twar time vor zum one ta renew 'em Acll.
I've tawld o' wevets--zum o'm odd enow;
ThAc look'd tha colour of a dork dun cow,
An like a skin war stratched across tha corners;
Tha knitters o' tha porish tAck'd o knittin
Stocking wi' 'em!--Bit aw, how unbevittin
All tAck like this!--aw fie, tha wicked scorners!
Ta work went tha Churchwarden; wevets tummel'd
Down by tha bushel, an tha pride o' dowst war hummel'd.
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