The Way To Church Poem by William Hutton
The Way To Church
During all the six days farmer John was beheld
In loading his dung from the fold to the field:
On Sunday his wife and his three daughters started;
And John drove to Church with his family carted.
Being met by a friend, ere he'd driven a mile,
Who survey'd the dull march--then remark'd with a smile--
'Your horses would curse you, John, if they could speak,
For dragging out rubbish seven days in a week.'
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