A new priest, he came to our village, br With the Curate he wanted to meet br So he ventured on down, as a stranger in town br To find him, on Jackaby Street br br Now being new to our village, the parson br Was not very sure of the way br And though he prayed to the Lord, for direction, br He was lost for a half of the day! br br At the point where he'd got to despairing br The lad, Michael, from Croft, he did meet br And he said the boy: 'Can you show me br To the Curate's on Jackaby Street? ' br br 'Kind sir' said the boy to the parson br 'You look weary - and dead on your feet! br I will show you a short cut with haste, sir br That will find you on Jackaby Street.' br br 'Go down, to the left, at the corner br Turn right, then the river you'll meet. br Cross the bridge, then turn right a t the bottom - br And you'll end up on Jackaby Street' br br The parson, with humble oration br Laid his hand on the young laddie's head br 'Though I'm new here, my boy, let me show you br The way to the Kingdom.' He said! br br Said Michael, his brow deep and furrowed br As he shyly looked down at his feet.........