Here's my transcription from the sound file at The Brighton Taverners web site—see GUEST,999's link above.

THE VICAR AND I WILL BE THERE

Yer friends, I'm the curate of Slushford-on-Creek.
My name, sir, is Reverend Septimus Meek.
The vicar and I work so hard as a rule.
Today there's a meeting at our little school,
  And the vicar and I will be there,
  For we are an industrious pair.
The mothers of course at the meeting will be.
At twenty past two they'll be handing out tea,
And a silver collection is taken at three,
  And the vicar and I will be there.

I'm awfully sorry for poor Mrs. Jones.
They say she has terrible pains in her bones.
She lives all alone and she suffers, I fear,
But tomorrow some friends will be calling, I hear,
  And the vicar and I will be there,
  For we are an industrious pair.
They'll bring her much joy. She'll forget all her pain.
With flowers and fruit, she'll be quite well again,
And the squire is sending a crate of champagne,
  So the vicar and I will be there.

Catherine Perkins is our village belle.
I fear the—alas—well, no matter—ah, well—
But let us rejoice, for this maiden serene
Will be married tomorrow to Samuel Green,
  And the vicar and I will be there,
  For we are an industrious pair.
The bride will look sweet as she walks down the floor,
But still in the throng, though the ... she'll ignore,
Will be several fellows who've kissed her before,
  And the vicar and I will be there.

The town hall next week we have taken, you see.
We are giving the wounded some afternoon tea.
And Lady Fitzgargle—you've heard her, I'm sure—
Will be giving us music from three until four,
  And the vicar and I will be there,
  For we are an industrious pair.
She means very well, but she's hardly a star,
And soon as she sings and they hear her afar,
Quite a few of those boys will retreat to the bar,
  And the vicar and I will be there.