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ROARING BILL
Roaring whoring Bill
Blighted from the start,
Breaking now a till,
Breaking now a heart.
See, with tipsy step he frolics
All abroad and up and down,
Like an elephant and rollicks
In the taprooms of the Town.
With a leering eye
Lewdly does he speak,
Letting strong men by,
Crushing low the weak.
Blighted from the start,
Breaking now a till,
Breaking now a heart.
See, with tipsy step he frolics
All abroad and up and down,
Like an elephant and rollicks
In the taprooms of the Town.
With a leering eye
Lewdly does he speak,
Letting strong men by,
Crushing low the weak.
Hunky spunky Bill
Liking borrowed cheer,
Laps up every ill
As his borrowed beer.
On through reckless life he lurches
From one shindy to the next,
Never sets a foot in churches,
Never had but drink for text.
Others, fenced from sin,
Cradled were in silk;
He drew poison in,
With his mother's milk.
Liking borrowed cheer,
Laps up every ill
As his borrowed beer.
On through reckless life he lurches
From one shindy to the next,
Never sets a foot in churches,
Never had but drink for text.
Others, fenced from sin,
Cradled were in silk;
He drew poison in,
With his mother's milk.
Heedless, creedless Bill
Had no honest chance,
From his birthday still
Taught this devil's dance.
All the taint of all the vices
Rioted within his blood,
And each error that entices
Human wills was then at flood.
Mercy's door seemed slammed
On him at the first,
Earth he entered damned
And for crime athirst.
Had no honest chance,
From his birthday still
Taught this devil's dance.
All the taint of all the vices
Rioted within his blood,
And each error that entices
Human wills was then at flood.
Mercy's door seemed slammed
On him at the first,
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And for crime athirst.
Blackguard, laggard Bill
With his brutal brain,
Takes his manly fill
Yet of others' pain.
Want and sickness prove his merit,
Like the jewel in the toad;
And, though lusts he may inherit,
He will lift a brother's load.
He was given to death,
And his mother's womb
Ere he drew a breath,
Was his living tomb.
With his brutal brain,
Takes his manly fill
Yet of others' pain.
Want and sickness prove his merit,
Like the jewel in the toad;
And, though lusts he may inherit,
He will lift a brother's load.
He was given to death,
And his mother's womb
Ere he drew a breath,
Was his living tomb.
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