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The Old Countrywoman
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I found this in my local parish magazine, uncredited:
The Old Countrywoman
I've been coming here on Sundays for seventy year or so.
Twas here that I was christened and here I'll want to go.
Now I know you all get vexed about changes in belief.
Well frills on top don't matter if you're comfy underneath.
I never lets it bother me if I'm High or Low or what.
While I've got me Ten Commandments I shan't go wrong a lot.
Now I likes the old fashioned prayer book, and they like ASB
And they can have what pleases them and I'll read what suits me.
And half the hymns we sing these days I never heard before,
But I can stand and listen and perhaps I'll learn some more.
And all these guitars and instruments - it's no more than they had
Afore they put the organ in, when my Grandad were a lad.
And I don't suppose God'll worry - he won't make a fuss
As long as all the singings meant for Him and not for us.
We've had clergy coming straight from college, full of summat new,
From incense on the altar to posters in the pew.
And I let 'em all get on with it, 'cos all these fashions pass,
And you'll still do the flowers, my dears, and I'll still clean the brass.
I got this seat I always have, no draughts and nice and near,
So I can hear the organ and see the vicar clear.
And I tells God what's been happening and what a week I've had,
And I thanks Him for the good times and He helps me through the bad.
'Cos all that really matters as far as I can see
Is that I, down here, remembers Him and He remembers me.
The Old Countrywoman
I've been coming here on Sundays for seventy year or so.
Twas here that I was christened and here I'll want to go.
Now I know you all get vexed about changes in belief.
Well frills on top don't matter if you're comfy underneath.
I never lets it bother me if I'm High or Low or what.
While I've got me Ten Commandments I shan't go wrong a lot.
Now I likes the old fashioned prayer book, and they like ASB
And they can have what pleases them and I'll read what suits me.
And half the hymns we sing these days I never heard before,
But I can stand and listen and perhaps I'll learn some more.
And all these guitars and instruments - it's no more than they had
Afore they put the organ in, when my Grandad were a lad.
And I don't suppose God'll worry - he won't make a fuss
As long as all the singings meant for Him and not for us.
We've had clergy coming straight from college, full of summat new,
From incense on the altar to posters in the pew.
And I let 'em all get on with it, 'cos all these fashions pass,
And you'll still do the flowers, my dears, and I'll still clean the brass.
I got this seat I always have, no draughts and nice and near,
So I can hear the organ and see the vicar clear.
And I tells God what's been happening and what a week I've had,
And I thanks Him for the good times and He helps me through the bad.
'Cos all that really matters as far as I can see
Is that I, down here, remembers Him and He remembers me.
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