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Old Mother Laidinwool, she give her bones a shake,
An' trotted down the churchyard-path as fast as she could
make.
She met the Parson walking, but she says to him, says she: "Oh don't let no one trouble for a poor old ghost like me!"
Twas all a warm September an' the hops had flourished
grand,
She saw the folks get into 'em with stockin's en their hands; An' none of 'em was foreigners but all which she had known, And old Mother Laidinwool she blessed 'em every one.
She saw her daughters picking an' their childern them-beside, An' she moved among the babies an' she stilled 'em when
they cried. She saw their clothes was bought, not begged, an' they was
clean an' fat, An' Old Mother Laidinwool she thanked the Lord for that.
Old Mother Laidinwool she waited on all day Until it come too dark to see an' people went away Until it come too dark to see an' lights began to show, An' old Mother Laidinwool she hadn't where to go.
Old Mother Laidinwool she give her bones a shake,
An' trotted back to churchyard-mould as fast as she could
make. She went where she was bidden to an' there laid down her
ghost, . . . An' the Lord have mercy on you in the Day you need it most!
Let me in again,
Out of the wet an rain. Lord !
Out of the wet an' rain, Lord I
For it's best as You shall say, My Lord !
An' it's best as You shall say !