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PARISH WILL PAY.
Cart him along,
He is commoner clay,
Right way or wrong—
Parish will pay;
Hustle and bustle
Through gutter and heap,
Shake him or break him—
Paupers are cheap;
Over the crossings
Tumble and tread,—
Who cares for tossings?
Up with the dead!
He is commoner clay,
Right way or wrong—
Parish will pay;
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Through gutter and heap,
Shake him or break him—
Paupers are cheap;
Over the crossings
Tumble and tread,—
Who cares for tossings?
Up with the dead!
Rector won't wait
For rubbish as he,
Mammon's his bait
And golden the fee;
Hurry and scurry,
If Parson is fat
Wheezing and sneezing
The service all pat;
Ah! he's a goer,
When given his head
Though such a blower—
Long live the dead!
For rubbish as he,
Mammon's his bait
And golden the fee;
Hurry and scurry,
If Parson is fat
Wheezing and sneezing
The service all pat;
Ah! he's a goer,
When given his head
Though such a blower—
Long live the dead!
Shovel him in
And cover him up,
Like the refuse his kin
With the devil to sup;
Pickings and lickings
For maggots that lust,
Ashes to ashes
And dirt into dust;
Kick him and trample
Him low in his bed,
Rot is the sample—
Down with the dead!
And cover him up,
Like the refuse his kin
With the devil to sup;
Pickings and lickings
For maggots that lust,
Ashes to ashes
And dirt into dust;
Kick him and trample
Him low in his bed,
Rot is the sample—
Down with the dead!
Canter away
To the public and beer,
Parish will pay
For an Englishman's cheer;
Clatter and chatter
Of profit to reap,
Smoking and joking,
Paupers are cheap;
Coffins are plenty
And corpses our bread,
We have quarters for twenty,
Drink to the dead!
To the public and beer,
Parish will pay
For an Englishman's cheer;
Clatter and chatter
Of profit to reap,
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Paupers are cheap;
Coffins are plenty
And corpses our bread,
We have quarters for twenty,
Drink to the dead!
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