He will arise and go up with the pulpit
His heart was filled with the glory of Sion
And he ran this way and that way
And that which he had done.
At the first sound of the Trumpet
Ellen died and her son bound her with sacks
Ellen Pugh was without a name in Sion.
For he too shall be buried in the field
Grieved that his well was not large
And he will warn the Big Man
He built a hedge on all sides of it
Then he became frightened
He buried her in the field.
He went to the owner of the field and bought the field
His manner was humble.
In his confusion he told everyone
Lias Carpenter heard his sayings
Moreover he raised a pulpit of wood
Near the place under which Ellen lies;
On the Sabbath his face was habited in a religious smile
So that none could trespass in it.
That which his mother had said to him
There was a man whose piety was an adage,
Evan viewed his possessions
So much more would I be with machinery
Joking you are indeed
Evan governed his anger
Having done all that he stood at the end of the fence
Great is the havoc from these crows
Here is a nice stone and costly
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