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 On Sundays, at the matin-chime,
 The Alpine peasants, two and three,
  Climb up here to pray;
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 On Sundays, at the matin-chime,
 The Alpine peasants, two and three,
  Climb up here to pray;
   Burghers and dames, at summer's prime,
    Ride out to church from Chamberry,
     Dight with mantles gay,
      But else it is a lonely time
       Round the Church of Brou. 
 Of all the days that's in the week,
 I dearly love but one day,
  And that's the read more 
 Of all the days that's in the week,
 I dearly love but one day,
  And that's the day that comes betwixt
   A Saturday and Monday. 
 And he said unto them, The sabbath was made for man, and not man 
for the sabbath:
 Therefore read more 
 And he said unto them, The sabbath was made for man, and not man 
for the sabbath:
 Therefore the Son of man is Lord also of the sabbath. 
 Now, really, this appears the common case
 Of putting too much Sabbath into Sunday--
  But what is read more 
 Now, really, this appears the common case
 Of putting too much Sabbath into Sunday--
  But what is your opinion, Mrs. Grundy? 
 Gently on tiptoe Sunday creeps,
 Cheerfully from the stars he peeps,
  Mortals are all asleep below,
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 Gently on tiptoe Sunday creeps,
 Cheerfully from the stars he peeps,
  Mortals are all asleep below,
   None in the village hears him go;
    E'en chanticleer keeps very still,
     For Sunday whispered, 'twas his will. 
 How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
 Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd
  The read more 
 How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
 Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd
  The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song. 
 The sabbaths of Eternity.
 One sabbath deep and wide.  
 The sabbaths of Eternity.
 One sabbath deep and wide. 
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
 For, bless the gude mon, gin he had his ain way,
 He's na let a cat on the Sabbath read more 
 For, bless the gude mon, gin he had his ain way,
 He's na let a cat on the Sabbath say "mew;"
  Nae birdie maun whistle, nae lambie maun play,
   An' Phoebus himsel' could na travel that day,
    As he'd find a new Joshua in Andie Agnew.