Which they throwed ever’whar around,
A-laffin’ mos’ ter fits.
It seems like sackerlege or libel,
But fac’s is allers fac’s;
Thet hoss’es head laid on the Bible,
All bludjunned with a ax.
The sexton cleaned the mess some way,
An’ services was held;
But no one hed no word ter say—
Jes’ prayed an’ sang an’—smelled.