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 At length he swore an oath,
 * The reason he would know—

"I'll call and see why ever he
 * Does persecute me so."

The good old bishop sat
 * On his ancestral chair,

The busman came, sent up his name,
 * And laid his grievance bare.



"Benighted Jew," he said,
 * (And chuckled loud with joy)

"Be Christian, you, instead of Jew—
 * Become a Christian boy.

"I'll ne'er annoy you more."
 * "Indeed?" replied the Jew.

"Shall I be freed?" "You will, indeed!"
 * Then "Done!" said he, "with you!"