Tha Vestry met, Acll naise an bother;
One ood'n wait ta hire tha tuther.
When thAc war tir'd o' jitch a gabble,
Ta bAcl na moor not one war yable,
A man, a little zActenfare,
Got up hiz verdi ta delcare.
Now Soce, zed he, why we be gwAcin
Ta meet in Vestry here in vAcin.
Let's come to some determination,
An not tAck Acll in jitch a fashion.
Let's zee tha 'counts. A snatch'd tha book
Vrom tha Churchwarden in't ta look.
_Tha, book war chain'd clooA¤se to his wrist;_
A gid en slily jitch a twist!
That the young Churchwarden loud raur'd out,
"You'll break my yarm!--what be about?"
Tha man a little zActenfare,
An Acll tha Vestry wide did stare!
Bit Soce, zed he again, I niver zeed
Money brought gwAcin zaw bad. What need
War ther tha Acltar-piece ta titch?
What good war paintin, vornishin, an jitch?
What good war't vor'n ta mend
Tha Ten Commandments?--Why did he
Mell o' tha Lord's Prayer? Lockyzee!
Ther war naw need
To mell or make wi' thic awld Creed.
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