This here is a dad burn true un bout my Ant Prudiebelle

This here be a yarn bout Sister Prudiebelle,
She be a rightous Gal, when messed with, she'd give Ya Hell!
She be prim and proper, unlessen she took to drink,
Then she'd become a Whompus Cat, quick as a wink.
She had a one-holer on a hill, where she chose to pray,
She prayed loudly, fur folks about her everyday!
" Oh my ta goodness, Dear Lord, Bro Seb be steppin out on hisen wife again",
" He be messin with a red-headed trollop, doin sin!"
" I seen Elder Jack, goin into Ader's House Of Ill Repute",
" That Ole Ader is a nasty Ho, rakin in the loot!"
" Elder Joe's boy I done seen the utter day",
" Was in the woods and within his dong he did play!"
" I tried to save him, told him he'd go blind!"
" I sed boy, Ya needs a woman's tuch, I raised my skirt and showed him mine!"
" Maybelle Jones was drunk again!"
" I knows fur sure, cause we hoisted a few when she invited me in!"
" It be a worrysome job, Lord, keepin an eye on these sinful folks!"
" I takes my job plum serious, that aint no joke!"
" I daily comes to this here closet, to tell the world",
" Bout the sinful thangs that be goin on by man and woman, boy and girl!"
Elder Joe's boy got tired of hisen business bein spread,
Sos he rounded up folks that was talked bout and the mob, he led.
Sister Prudiebelle entered the one-holer, everyday at three,
Preparin to confess, she got down on one knee.
When she commensed to shoutin out the sin,
That's when the peltin of the rocks did begin.
Them angery folks threw them rocks, with all they's mite and will,
They sent the one-holer and Miss Prudiebelle, arollin down the hill!