Originally Posted by V8Ian
He'll have to sleep with one eye open, or is that with one eye closed, in case there's a serpent in the sock draw.
It's not the serpents in the draw to worry about, it's the bats in the belfy.
The Church Belfry at Catherine Cross
Was known for its ancient bells,
They'd peal on out before Sunday Mass
And wake the monks in their cells,
The bellringers were a hardy crew
And their timing was superb,
But Joe and John, they didn't get on,
And nor did the Bellman, Herb.
For Herb worked up in the belfry, with
The bells that he thought were his,
He'd tend the stock and the clapper stays
So the clapper wouldn't miss,
He'd set each rope to the ringer's height
To a fraction of an inch,
And woe betide if a ringer died,
Or another called in sick.
He'd call on down to the bellringers,
‘Go easy on those ropes,
You wouldn't want to be stretching them,
They're after all, the Pope's! '
But John would glare at his form up there
And call up, between spells,
‘Don't interfere with our work down here,
It's we who ring the bells! '
He'd do his best to unsettle Herb
Would leave him in the lurch,
Then try, by ringing the tenor bell
To knock him off his perch,
The bell weighed upwards of three long tons
Would leave John out of breath,
But over time with its endless chime
Herb was going deaf.
Then Herb would leap from the belfry stair
And knock John to the ground,
The bells would ring out of sequence then
And make a terrible sound,
And while they struggled and punched and swore
The villagers would smirk,
‘That's Herb and John got a punch-up on,
That Herb is a piece of work! '
So John had gone to the Synod, asked
That the Bellman should be sacked,
‘There's nothing he needs to do up there,
I'm sick of being attacked.'
And so the word was carried to Herb
That their need of him was done,
Gave him a week to collect his things
And then, he must be gone.
His final Mass at Catherine Cross
Herb clambered up in the tower,
He'd show them all in his hour of loss
He'd have John in his power,
He loosened the nut that held the bell
To the headstock, up above,
And as it rang with a mighty clang
He gave it a final shove.
Then John strode into the centre, cursing
Looking up at the bell,
But what he saw would forever haunt him
Like some scene from Hell,
The bell was hurtling down towards him
Herb astride the crown,
His eyes a-gleam with revenge, it seemed
As the mighty bell came down.
Herb is buried at Catherine Cross
Not far from the place he fell,
While John was trapped for three long days
Under the dome of the bell,
It took the arm of a crane to lift
And set John free from his pain,
But from then on it was ‘Crazy John'
For he clambered out insane!
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It wasn't CSR, it was CSL.
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