SONGS OF THE ROAD
63
But he was very earnest, improvin' day by day,
A-workin' and a-preachin' just as his duty lay,
But the devil he was waitin', and in the final bout,
He hit him hard below his guard and knocked poor Bendy out.
Now I'll tell you how it happened. He was preachin' down at Brum,
He was billed just like a circus, you should see the people come,
The chapel it was crowded, and in the foremost row,
There was half a dozen bruisers who'd a grudge at Bendigo.
