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So the meetin' was in the everin,
So the next day they summoned Cain
To appear before them—for divers grave
And weighty causes—aw, you'll get lave!
Like lawyers just—ould Bobby Kirkbride—
And as dignified as dignified.
But the chap that had to sarve this writ
Didn' like the job a bit—
No, he didn', aw, 'deed, no, man!
So he started off the very momen'
It was in Cain's hand, and he over the hill,
And heard him shoutin' terrible—
“Young man! come here!” but he didn' mind him,
But ran lek he'd got the Divil behind him.
So the next day they summoned Cain
To appear before them—for divers grave
And weighty causes—aw, you'll get lave!
Like lawyers just—ould Bobby Kirkbride—
And as dignified as dignified.
But the chap that had to sarve this writ
Didn' like the job a bit—
No, he didn', aw, 'deed, no, man!
So he started off the very momen'
It was in Cain's hand, and he over the hill,
And heard him shoutin' terrible—
“Young man! come here!” but he didn' mind him,
But ran lek he'd got the Divil behind him.
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