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 Now when the sexton had open’d the door, In stumped the stareing gaping clown. And like a rude unmannerly boor. In the parson’s pulpit set himself down.

Quoth he, 'This be a very nice place, Here’s a very nice cushion to zit down upon; And when the volks come, I can see ev’ry face. And also can hear whatever goes on.

The clerk and the parson soon did approach. And saw the clown perch’d up in the desk, Cried the clerk ‘ How dare you thus encroach, Now aren’t you ashamed his rev’rence to vex?

The clown he started the clerk to hear, And said, ‘ That I’m ashamed don’t suppose? Tis the parson should he ashamed to appear. With his shirt there hanging out over his clothes.

I am a buxum spree young blade, I never was the least afraid To kiss a handsome pretty maid, My friends call me a gay soul. The lasses are all fond of me, Because I’m merry, blythe, and free, Damn them that would not marry me Though I were in a Coal Hole

I took a spree the other night, I went to see my heart’s delight, Some woman there did me a spite, And that I thought was quite droll.