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Oh, dear! Oh, dear! The fright and the fear!—
No one to hear!—nobody near!—
In the dead of the night!—at a bad time of year!—
A defunct Bishop squatting upright on his bier,
And shouting so loud, that the drum of his ear
He thought would have split as these awful words met it—
“Ah, ha! my good friend! don't you wish you may get it?”—
Oh, dear! Oh, dear! 'Twas a night of fear!
—I should just like to know, if the boldest man here,
In his situation would not have felt queer?
No one to hear!—nobody near!—
In the dead of the night!—at a bad time of year!—
A defunct Bishop squatting upright on his bier,
And shouting so loud, that the drum of his ear
He thought would have split as these awful words met it—
“Ah, ha! my good friend! don't you wish you may get it?”—
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—I should just like to know, if the boldest man here,
In his situation would not have felt queer?
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