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 They angled so pliant for gull and for client, As sharp as a weazel for rats, Till what with their saw-dust, and what with their lawdust, They blinded the eyes of the flats. Then hey for the sawyer, and hey for the lawyer, Make hay, for its going to rain! And saw'em, and law'em, and work'em and pnirk'em And at 'em again and again.

Jack brought to the people a bill for the steeple,- They swore that they wouldn't be bit; But out of a saw-pit is into a law-pit,- Tim tickled them up with a writ. Cried Jack, the saw-rasper, "I say, neighbour Grasper, We both of us by in the stocks; While I, for my savings, turn blocks into shavings, You, lawyer, are shaving the blocks." Then hey for the sawyer, &c.

Jack frolic'd in clover, and when work was over, Got drunk at the George, for a freak; But Timothy Gordon, he stood for church-warden And eat himself dead in a week: Jack made him a coffin, but Timothy off in A loud clap of thunder had flown: Then lawyers lie level, be sure that the devil Looks sharp enough after his own. Then hey for the sawyer, &c.