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Rh Too scared to speak, with shriek on shriek, Brown galloped from the sight

With just one thought within 'is mind—'The doctor told me right.'

That evenin' late the minister was seated in his study,

When in there rushed a 'untin' man, all travel-stained and muddy,

'Give me the Testament!' he cried. 'And 'ear my sacred vow,

That not one drop of drink shall ever pass my lips from now.'

'E swore it and 'e kept it and 'e keeps it to this day,

'E 'as turned from gin to ginger and says 'e finds it pay,