That parson blokes kin tell
As who is bound fer parrydise,
And who is booked fer ’ell?
Fer I’ve got dust enough to pay
If they’ve the noos to sell.
Y’ see, us partners never ’ad
Religion much in mind,
And didn’t think to make no plan
Fer ’im who stopped behind—
But ’course you tumble to my graft: