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CHURCH-MICE.
Two little church-mice!
Some good folk they laught—
“Going to be married!
Why, they must be daft!”
Some good folk they laught—
“Going to be married!
Why, they must be daft!”
Two little church-mice!
Some good folk they sighed—
“Not a rap to bless them with!
How will they provide,
Some good folk they sighed—
“Not a rap to bless them with!
How will they provide,
“Two little church-mice,
For servants, house, and dress?
Isn't it a painful thing?
Quite immoral? Yes.
For servants, house, and dress?
Isn't it a painful thing?
Quite immoral? Yes.
“Two little church-mice,
Wìth nought but health and brains
In the way of capital—
Fools for their pains!
Wìth nought but health and brains
In the way of capital—
Fools for their pains!
“Two little church-mice!
Much they know about
All the troubles of the world,
Sooth, a mighty rout!
Much they know about
All the troubles of the world,
Sooth, a mighty rout!
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“Two little church-mice
Tempting Providence!
Won't they have a time of it,
Learning common-sense!
Tempting Providence!
Won't they have a time of it,
Learning common-sense!
“Two little church-mice!
Won't they find it sweet—
Bread and cheese for working-days,
Beef for Sunday treat!”
Won't they find it sweet—
Bread and cheese for working-days,
Beef for Sunday treat!”
Two little church-mice—
All folk know it's nice,
When young folk from older folk
Meekly take advice!
All folk know it's nice,
When young folk from older folk
Meekly take advice!
But these little church-mice,
Very bad of them,
Gaed their ain gait quietly,
And let who would condemn.
Very bad of them,
Gaed their ain gait quietly,
And let who would condemn.
For the two little church-mice
Found it less a bother
To do without all sorts of things
Than do without each other.
Found it less a bother
To do without all sorts of things
Than do without each other.
The two little church-mice,
In rain as well as sun,
Stick to text which sayeth Two
Are better than is one.
In rain as well as sun,
Stick to text which sayeth Two
Are better than is one.
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And the two little church-mice
Find, whate'er befall,
What poets call the cruel world
Is not so bad at all.
Find, whate'er befall,
What poets call the cruel world
Is not so bad at all.
Two little church-mice—
What about them? oh!
They are happy little mice,
That is all I know.
What about them? oh!
They are happy little mice,
That is all I know.
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