Page:The Bab Ballads.djvu/83

 He could in every action show
 * Some sin, and nobody could doubt him.

He argued high, he argued low,
 * He also argued round about him.

He wept to think each thoughtless youth
 * Contained of wickedness a skinful,

And burnt to teach the awful truth,
 * That walking out on Sunday's sinful.

"Oh, youths," said he, "I grieve to find
 * The course of life you've been and hit on—

Sit down," said he, "and never mind
 * The pennies for the chairs you sit on.

Bab Ballads 081.png

"My opening head is 'Kensington,'
 * How walking there the sinner hardens,

Which when I have enlarged upon,
 * I go to 'Secondly'—its 'Gardens.'