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THE "BAB" BALLADS.
The subject's sad enough
To make him rant and puff,
And fortunately, too,
His Bishop's in a pew.
So Reverend Micah claps on extra steam,
His eyes are flashing with superior gleam,
He is as energetic as can be,
For there are fatter livings in that see.
The Bishop, when it's o'er,
Goes through the vestry door
Where Micah, very red,
Is mopping of his head.
"Pardon, my Lord, your Sowls' excessive zeal,
It is a theme on which I strongly feel."
(The sermon somebody had sent him down
From London, at a charge of half-a-crown.)
