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SONG XLII. THE OWL'S COMMISSION.

Last Tuesday, in the afternoon,
I took a ramble up the town,
Where numbers told me very soon
The owl was in commission;
The more's the pity, I replies,
That such a wretch should tyrannize,
The jury will be deemed unwise
For granting him commission.
They say 'twas done for this intent,
To keep the parish from expense,
Which would have been the consequence
Of his distressed moaning;
Ere long a halter he will stretch,
While in the presence of Jack Ketch,
Who quickly will the halter stretch,
That Tyburn may cease groaning.