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 Prithee Moses you read, for I can't proceed,
 * And bury the corps in my stead, Amen! Amen!

Why Moses you're wrong, pray hold still your tongue,
 * You've taken the tale for the head;

O where's thy sting, death? put the corpse in the earth,
 * For, believe me, 'tis terr'ble weather,

So the corpse was interr'd, without saying a word, And away they both stagger'd together.