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Rh Five of them was twisted in a tangle on the floor,

And Iky Moss, the bettin' boss, had sprinted for the door.

Five repentant fightin' men, sitting in a row,

Listenin' to words of grace from Mister Bendigo,

Listenin' to his reverence—all as good as gold,

Pretty little baa-lambs, gathered to the fold.

So that's the way that Bendy ran his mission in the slum,

And preached the Holy Gospel to the fightin' men of Brum,

'The Lord,' said he, 'has given me His message from on high,

And if you interrupt Him, I will know the reason why.'