They ’ve got a bran new organ, Sue,
For all their fuss and search;
They ’ve done just as they said they ’d do,
And fetched it into church.
They ’re bound the critter shall be seen,
And on the preacher’s right,
They ’ve hoisted up their new machine
In everybody’s sight.
They ’ve got a chorister and choir,
Ag’in my...
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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said —
Yet held my breath, the while —
And risen up — and gone away,
A more Berdardine Girl —
Yet — know not what was done to me
In that old Chapel Aisle.