The boys on the back seats turned around.
What could it mean? for never before
Had anyone knocked at the old church door.
Again the tapping, and now so loud,
The minister paused (though his head was bowed),
Rappety-rap! This will never do;
The girls are peeping, and laughing too!
So the sexton tripped o’er the creaking floor,
Lifted the latch, and opened the door.
In there trotted a big black dog,