For the sole edification
Of this decent congregation,
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Little KITTY LORIMER,
Fair, and young, and witty,
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There lived a sage in days of yore,
And he a handsome pigtail wore;
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Come all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear,
'Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear;
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No more, thou lithe and long-winged hawk, of desert-life for thee;
No more across the sultry sands shalt thou go swooping free:
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Dear Lucy, you know what my wish is, --
I hate all your Frenchified fuss:
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Ah! bleak and barren was the moor,
Ah! loud and piercing was the storm,
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Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot,
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Before I lost my five poor wits,
I mind me of a Romish clerk,
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Come to the greenwood tree,
Come where the dark woods be,
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The Pope he is a happy man,
His Palace is the Vatican,
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Special Jurymen of England! who admire your country's laws,
And proclaim a British Jury worthy of the realm's applause;
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Dear Jack, this white mug that with Guinness I fill,
And drink to the health of sweet Nan of the Hill,
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Beside the old hall-fire—upon my nurse's knee,
Of happy fairy days—what tales were told to me!
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Some love the matin-chimes, which tell
The hour of prayer to sinner:
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Returning from the cruel fight
How pale and faint appears my knight!
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One sees in Viteall Yard,
Vere pleacemen do resort,
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When fierce political debate
Throughout the isle was storming,
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KING CANUTE was weary hearted; he had reigned for years a score,
Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing m
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You've all heard of Larry O'Toole,
Of the beautiful town of Drumgoole;
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Je viens revoir l'asile ou ma jeunesse
De la misere a subi les lecons.
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Il etait un roi d'Yvetot,
Peu connu dans l'histoire;
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I paced upon my beat
With steady step and slow,
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The castle towers of Bareacres are fair upon the lea,
Where the cliffs of bonny Diddlesex rise up from out the sea:
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There were three sailors of Bristol city
Who took a boat and went to sea.
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Seventeen rosebuds in a ring,
Thick with sister flowers beset,
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But yesterday a naked sod
The dandies sneered from Rotten Row,
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O TIM, did you hear of thim Saxons,
And read what the peepers report?
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O will ye choose to hear the news,
Bedad I cannot pass it o'er:
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"Coming from a gloomy court,
Place of Israelite resort,
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