  Down along Lincoln way, In our church on Sabbath day A shock to a father, sisters and brothers, When the Master called the Wormsley mother. Tear drops then began to fall, But this is the sting must come to us all, With a pitiful look, one at the other, To mourn the death of the Wormsley mother. Soon the alarm spread around, And hung a sad token o’er the town, The alarm traveled farther and farther, While the heaven’s doors opened to Wormsley mother. |
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