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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
So then the Shuperintandin' 'spounded,
And the way it was, and where they found it—
Corinthians—and Paul enlargin'
How a man is to do with his vargin—
If he thinks he's behavin' uncomely toward her,
St. Paul is sayin', he's bound to take order
To get her married some way; but still,
If the party's got power over his will,
And hath so devised in his heart says Paul,
He needn' marry her at all—
“That's Paul,” he says; “we've his own word,
It's only hisself, and not the Lord—
But I spare you, says Paul,”—and this and thus,
And whips them back to Leviticus.
And works the texes—But still, of coorse,
The law of Moses hadn' no force—
And then there was David, when he got ould,
And sufferin' greatly from the could,
Tuk yandhar Abishag, that nussed him,
And seemed to be a ancient custom,
But differin' from the case in hand,
And not the same for every man—
But no doubt, for the sake of the congregation,
Their brother would gev an explanation.
And the way it was, and where they found it—
Corinthians—and Paul enlargin'
How a man is to do with his vargin—
If he thinks he's behavin' uncomely toward her,
St. Paul is sayin', he's bound to take order
To get her married some way; but still,
If the party's got power over his will,
And hath so devised in his heart says Paul,
He needn' marry her at all—
“That's Paul,” he says; “we've his own word,
It's only hisself, and not the Lord—
But I spare you, says Paul,”—and this and thus,
And whips them back to Leviticus.
And works the texes—But still, of coorse,
The law of Moses hadn' no force—
And then there was David, when he got ould,
And sufferin' greatly from the could,
Tuk yandhar Abishag, that nussed him,
And seemed to be a ancient custom,
But differin' from the case in hand,
And not the same for every man—
But no doubt, for the sake of the congregation,
Their brother would gev an explanation.
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |