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THE PARSON AT FAULT.
A country parson took a notionInto his head, one Whitsuntide,
That it was more like true devotion
To preach extempore;—he tried:
Succeeded once—twice—thrice—but, lo!
His fourth discourse was not forthcoming;
Spite of his hawing and his humming,
Not a word further could he go;
So that the worthy man perforce
Was fain to leave them in the lurch,
And say, that, since he came to church,
He'd lost the thread of his discourse.
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“Lock the doors, beadle! search us round,
All, every one, until it's found:
The thief should really be ashamed.—
Here are my pockets—ransack both!
I have it not, I'll take my oath.”
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