The Death of Mrs. Wormsley
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.