The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1889-12-04
The Animal Auction.
BY JUBILEE JONES.

Ring, ring, the bell goes round;
The Annual Auction has come into town.
Ye chickens, 60 tell
Your relations farewell
The Bishop has come, and all or MS Danu
For to station the preachers all over the lana.
They come from the East, they come from the
West,
They come from the feast in the we'll feather
ed nest
The lamb-like flock
10 the auctioneer's block
They come from the circuit three hunareu
miles round, !. Tho
ground.
Ring, ring, the bell goes round;
aye Presiding Elders, all heed the glao sounu'
And promptly at three,
You will interview me,
With district and station ana circuit IN nan9
For TO station the preachers all over the ianu
And Just ut the minute the elders are found
Each In his place
With solemniZed face,
For the Bishop has come with gavel In hand
To station the preachers all over the land.
Ring, ring. the bell goes round
The Annual Auction has come into town,
"We will open with prayer.
By Brother Sans-hair-
Most huWbly entreating the Divine direc'
In knosking men off to the biggest collec,
klOAs
Ring, ring, the bell goes round;
The Annual Auction has come into town,
And the door we Will lock,
Ere we place on the block
For the Bishop has come In deep secret to tell
What most Of the people already know well.
Ring, ring. the bell goes round;
"What sort Of an offer for Jenkins is found?
Wen take him up first,
For Of all he's the worst.
Come, make me bid, 1t Is easy to find
A number of places for men OF his kind"
Jenkins is humble and patient and true,
Takes what he can get and will make it go
He will turn out the sinners
And comfort beginners.
He believes the whole Bible. will preach
Will wear wear his old clothes and behave himself
WELL"
Ring, ring, the bell goes round;
"This is the place for jenkins we've found,
IT'S very poor circuit,
But We guess he can work 1t,
And the price, please your Grace, which for
And We deem it enough, is his victuals and
clothes"
Ring. ring, the bell goes round
The Annual Auction has come into town,
"Now we'll put up another,
Who wants this old brother?
Meath the sun and through snow for the Mas
And for forty long years the battle has
fought"
Ring. ring, the bell goes round;
Not bid. not q place for this worthy is found.
''We'll turn him 10 Craze
For the rest of his days,
And when by and by they'll tell us he's dead
Wen weave fair chaplet of words for his
head"
Ring. ring. the bell goes round;
"What sort Of an offer Of Tickle is found9
He's han dsome and fresh,
In good spirits and flesh;
His creed and his manners will every one
suit,
Has the hand Of a woman, the voice OF a
Lutte
He will hatter the women and coddle the
He viii oil his tongue and will flourish his
He'll succeed with rush
BY palaver and gush.
He'll run up the numbers and shake down the
By a gospel Of mush, served with "butter and
honey"
Ring, ring, the bell goes round;
And seventeen places for Tickle are found,
ale must be sent here"
"No,, he ought to 60 there"
"We'll give fine church and parsonage
Awhopping big salary and everything new."
Ring. ring, the bell goes round;
The gavel goes up and then comes down;
The big pile OF money
Gets the butter and honey"
The bidding went up with much emulation,
And Tickle knocked Off to the Paradise Sta
tiop.