This made the boozers awful sore;
They’d git thet Baptis’ goat!
So fer a week they planned an’ swore
An’ kep’ their scheme remote.
Then suddint like one Sart’day night
They took a hoss ’t hed died
(They ’lowed it wan’t no pleasant sight),
An’ lugged it right inside
The Baptis’ church ’ithout a sound,
An’ cut it all ter bits,