Amos
(singing:)
When I shall in the churchyard lie,
Poor scholar though I be,
The wheat, the barley, and the rye
Will better wear for me.
For truly have I ploughed and sown,
And kept my acres clean;
And written on my churchyard stone
This character be seen:
"His flocks, his barns, his gear he made
His daily diligence,
Nor counted all his earnings paid
In pockets full of pence."
(As he finishes, the bowlers stand listening at the window.)
THE SCENE CLOSES