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9 THE WEST COUNTRYMAN

THERE was an old chap who lived down in the west, Inside of a church he never had been; "Ecode" cried he, to go I had best, Just vor to see what's there to be seen." Ri too ral looral, &c.

One Sunday morning he put on his clothes, His very best waistcoat, his coat, and his hat Then early he to the church-door goes, "I'll have the best seat," says he, that's fla Ri too ral looral, &c.

Now when the sexon had spend the door, In stumped the staring gaping clown, And like a rude unmannerly boor, In the parson's palpit set himself down. Ri too ral looral, &c.

Quoth he, "This be a very nice place, Here's a very nice cushion to sit down upon And when the volks come, I can see every face And also heard whatever goes on." Ri sooral looral, &c.

The clerk and the parson soon did approach, And saw the clown pere'd up in the desk Cried the clerk, "How dare you thus encroach Now ar'n't you ashamed his rev'rence to vex. Ri tooral looral, &c.

The clown he started the clerk to hear, And said, That I'm ashamed don't suppose, Tis the parson should be asham'd to appear With his shirt there hanging out over his cloths." Ri tooral looral, &c.