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He was not especially handsome he was not especially smart	A
A great big lumbering fellow with a soft and tender heart	A
His eyes were gray and honest his smile a friendly one	B
He wore his parson's suit of black on days of state alone	C
At other times he went around in clothes the worse of wear	D
A blue cloth cap set jauntily upon his thick gray hair	D
He cared so little how he looked so little how he drest	A
That he tired the patience sorely of the ones he loved the best	A
For a preacher so they argued should be dressed like one of course	E
But in the winter it was tweeds in summer it was worse	F
Ducks and flannels would be grimy if the sad truth must be told	A
For he spaded up the gardens of the people who were old	A
And he ran down dusty highways at unministerial rate	A
Going errands for the people who really could not wait	A
His coat sleeves would be short an inch his trousers just the same	G
For the washerwoman had them every week that ever came	G
He cared so little how he looked and never paused to think	H
That linen duck and flannel were such awful things to shrink	H
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His wife she was the primmest thing as neat as any doll	I
And looked like one when walking by her husband big and tall	J
It almost broke her heart that he refused to give a thought	A
To how he looked or do the thing or say the thing he ought	A
Sometimes though well she loved him quite high her temper ran	K
For 'tis hard on any woman to have such a careless man	K
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Think when the conference president came visiting the place	L
The preacher down at Coles he had a badly battered face	L
One eye was black as black could be he looked so we've been told	A
More like a fierce prize fighter than a shepherd of the fold	A
How did it happen questioned him the visitor so wise	M
With hint of laughter on his lips and in his twinkling eyes	M
Old Betty Brown the preacher said his wife broke in just here	N
A cross grained spinster of the place who hates him that is clear	O
And never did a woman have a meaner tongue than hers	P
The slighting things she says of him the mischief that she stirs	P
Fields have we said the president in country and in town	Q
Believe me Madam most of them can boast a Betty Brown	Q
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The preacher stroked his blackened eye and laughed good naturedly	R
She doesn't like me very well but what of that said he	R
The other night I found the poor old creature sick in bed	A
She 'didn't want no prayin' done ' she very quickly said	A
So seeing that she was so ill and worn she could not stir	S
I thought with care and patience I could milk the cow for her	S
I stroked old Spot caressingly and placed my little can	K
But Spot she knew and I came home a sadder wiser man	K
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The preacher down at Coles he was no orator at all	J
But sick and sad and sinful were glad to have him call	J
Not that he ever found a host of happy things to say	T
In fact as far as talking went he might have stayed away	T
But oh the welcome that he got I think his big right hand	A
Gave such a grip that all the rest they seemed to understand	A
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Some of the congregation would have liked a different man	K
He couldn't hope to please them all few ministers that can	K
Once at the district meeting the good old farmer Bowles	U
Stood up and spoke his mind about the preacher down at Coles	U
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There's not he said you know it too a better man than he	R
An' you fault findin' carpin' folk I say this reverently	R
If the Lord 'd take an angel and gently turn him loose	V
To preach down here do you suppose he'd please the hull caboose	V
Not much It's human nature to quarrel with what we've got	A
An' this man is a better man than we deserve a lot	A
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But he did preach curious sermons just as dry as they could be	R
And the old folks slumbered through them every Sabbath peacefully	R
But they all woke up the moment the singing would begin	W
And not an ear was found too dull to drink the music in	W
For though the preacher could not boast an orator's smooth tongue	X
He could reach the people's heart strings when he stood up there and sung	X
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O the wondrous power and sweetness of the voice that filled the place	L
Everyone that heard it swelling grew the purer for a space	L
And men could not choose but listen to the singer standing there	D
Till their worldliness slipped from them and their selfishness and care	D
Mourners turned their eyes all misty from the crosses tall and white	A
Where their loved ones slumbered softly all the day and all the night	A
Listening faith rose triumphant over sorrow loss and pain	Y
Heaven was not a far off country they would meet their own again	Z
And the white haired men and women wished the singing need not cease	A2
For they seemed to see the beauty of the longed for Land of Peace	A2
Upward soared that voice and upward with a sweetness naught could stem	B2
Till each dim eye caught the glory of the new Jerusalem	C2
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He was such a curious fellow the preacher down at Coles	U
One winter day the word was brought to town by Farmer Bowles	U
That in a little shanty in the hollow by the mill	D2
Were children gaunt with hunger a mother sad and ill	D2
The father just a drunkard a vagabond who left	A
His family for long long weeks of love and care bereft	A
The squire talked of taking a big subscription up	E2
And talked and talked while in that house was neither bite nor sup	E2
O these talking folks these talking folks the poor would starve and freeze	F2
If the succoring and caring were done by such as these	F2
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The preacher down at Coles he had not very much to say	T
He harnessed up the old roan horse and hitched it to the sleigh	T
And piled in so much provisions that his wife said tearfully	R
She didn't have a cake or pie left in the house for tea	R
He filled the sleigh with baskets and with bundles such a pile	G2
Heaps of wood and clothes and victuals everybody had to smile	G2
As they watched the old roan canter down the crossroad o'er the hill	D2
To the little cheerless shanty in the hollow by the mill	D2
The preacher built a fire and bade the children warm their toes	H2
While he heard the worn out mother's tale of miseries and woes	H2
He brought in a bag of flour and a turkey big and fat	A
His dainty wife had meant to dine the Ladies' Aid on that	A
He brought in ham and butter and potatoes in a sack	I2
A pie or two a loaf of cake and doughnuts such a stack	I2
Ah his wife and her good handmaid had been baking many a day	T
For the Ladies' Aid would dine there he had lugged it all away	T
He brought in a pair of blankets and a heavy woollen quilt	A
Betty Brown who happened in there said she thought that she would wilt	A
For these things the active members of the Missionary Band	A
Had gathered for the heathen in a far off foreign land	A
These belong unto the Lord sir Betty said I think you'll find	A
But he answered her quite gently Very well He will not mind	A
To see him making tea for the woman in the bed	A
Made me wish I had been kinder to the preacher Betty said	A
Though he was so big and clumsy he could step around so light	A
And to see him getting dinner to the children's huge delight	A
It was not till he had warmed them and had fed them there that day	T
That he whispered very softly Little children let us pray	T
Then he gave them to the keeping of a Father kind and wise	M
In a way that brought the tear drops into hard old Betty's eyes	M
She felt an aching in her throat and when she cried Amen	Z
Other folks might flout the preacher Betty never would again	Z
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He took up the fresh air movement but the people down at Coles	U
Shook their head a preacher's work they said was saving precious souls	U
Not worrying lest the waifs and strays that throng the city street	A
Should pine for want of country air and country food to eat	A
Lawyer Angus at the meeting spoke against new fangled things	J2
Seems to me our preacher's bow friends has a muckle lot of strings	J2
Merchant Jones said trade was failing rent was high and clerks to pay	T
Not a dollar could he give them he was very grieved to say	T
Old Squire Hays was buying timber needed every cent and more	K2
Doctor Blake sat coldly smiling then the farmer took the floor	K2
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Wish he said our hearts were bigger an' our speeches not so long	L2
I would move right here the preacher tunes us up a little song	L2
Sing I wish you could have heard him simple songs of long ago	M2
Old familiar things that held us warm that golden voice and low	M2
Songs of summer in the woodlands cowslips yellow in the vale	N2
Songs of summer in the city and the children wan and pale	N2
Till we saw the blist'ring pavement pressed by tired little feet	A
Heard the baby voices crying for the meadows wide and sweet	A
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Now we'll take up the collection said the wily farmer Bowles	U
And they showered in their money did the people down at Coles	U
Here's a cheque said lawyer Angus 'tis the best that I can do	A
Man you'd have us in the poorhouse if you sang your sermons through	A
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The very careless fellow still goes his cheery way	T
Unmindful of what people think or of what people say	T
Some still are finding fault with him he doesn't mind it much	O2
Laughs when they make remarks about his clothes and shoes and such	O2
Declare his sermons have no point and quarrel with his text	A
As people will but oh it makes his pretty wife so vext	A
I think she says as much of him as any woman can	K
But 'tis most aggravating to have such a careless man	K
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There are those who think him perfect shout his praises with a will	D2
He has labored for the Master he is laboring for Him still	D2
And the grumbling does not move him nor the praises sung abroad	A
Things like these seem only trifles to the man who works for God	A
Farmer Bowles summed up the total in his own original way	T
When he spoke at the Convention that was held the other day	T
Never knew a better worker never knew a kinder man	K
Lots of preachers are more stylish keep themselves so spic and span	K
You could spot 'em out for preachers if you met 'em walkin' round	A
Over on the Fejee Islands silk hat long coat I'll be bound	A
Our man's different but I tell you when it comes to doing good	A
There's not one can beat him at it an' I want this understood	A
Ask the sad folks and the sinful ask the fallen ones he's raised	A
Ask the sick folks and the poor folks if you want to hear him praised	A
Orator Well maybe not friends but in caring for men's souls	U
There stand few men half so faithful as the preacher down at Coles	U

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