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 .J4 (OMIC SONGS, They* angled so pliant for ull and for client, As sharp as a weazle for rata; Till what with their saw-dust, and what with their law- dust, They blinded the eves of the flats. Then hey for the saw)-er, and hey for the lawyer, Make hay, for it's going to rain! And saw 'era and law 'era, and work *era and quirk 'era, And at 'em again and again. Jack brought to the people, a bill for the steeple, The swore that they wouldn't be bit; But out of a saw*pit, is into a law-pit, Tim tickled 'era up with a writ. Cried Jack, the saw rasper, "I say neighbor (]rasper, We both of us buy in the stocks; While 1, or my savings, turn blocks into shavings, You, lawyer, are shaving the blocks.'* Then hey, Jack frolicked in clover, and when work was over, Oot drunk at the George, for a freak, But Timothy Gordon--he stood for church warden, Ad eat 'himself dead in a week; Jack made him a coffin, but Timothy off  in A loud clap'of thunder had flown, When lawyers lie level, be sure that the devil. Looks sharp enough after his own. Then hey, THE MISERIF OF MATRIMONY. OH, listen awhile to poor Dicky Scragg, Heigho, said Dicky! Who fell deep in love with one Biddy Bragg, And with her each night would spen/] every mag, With his wooing, suing, Buns and blue ruin, ' I'm all night, thought poor little Dicky! 0,,,Google

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