 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
But, I tell ye, it got so bad in the Chapel
That these unfornit locals had to grapple
With this question—that's what they called it—
And the Shuperintandin' overhauled it
One everin' with them, havin' come
Special o' puppose from Douglas, by gum!
Aye! but of coorse, you know, they'd contrive it
To be a meetin' lek in private—
Private, aw, private—yes, but still
The lek will out, of course it will.
That these unfornit locals had to grapple
With this question—that's what they called it—
And the Shuperintandin' overhauled it
One everin' with them, havin' come
Special o' puppose from Douglas, by gum!
Aye! but of coorse, you know, they'd contrive it
To be a meetin' lek in private—
Private, aw, private—yes, but still
The lek will out, of course it will.
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