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church and clergy here, no doubt, Are very near akin; Both weatherbeaten are without: And empty both within.

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My landlord is civil, But dear as the d—l: Your pockets grow empty, With nothing to tempt ye: The wine is so sour, 'Twill give you a scour: The beer and the ale Are mingled with stale. The veal is such carrion, A dog would be weary on. All this I have felt. For I live on a smelt.

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walls of this town Are full of renown, And strangers delight to walk round 'em: But as for the dwellers, Both buyers and sellers, For me, you may hang 'em, or drown 'em.

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