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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 225 |
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Ye clergy so wise, Who mysteries profound can demonstrate so clear,
How worthy to rise !
You preach once a week,
But your tithes never seek Above once in a year !
Come here without failing,
And leave off your railing 'Gainst bishops providing for dull stupid drones;
Says the text so divine,
" What is life without wine?" Then away with the claret,—a bumper, Squire Jones !
Ye lawyers so just, Be the cause what it will, who so learnedly plead,
How worthy of trust !
You know black from white,
You prefer wrong to right, As you chance to be fee'd : —
Leave musty reports
And forsake the king's courts, Where dulness and discord have set up their thrones;
Burn Salkeld and Ventris, '
And all your damned entries, And away with the claret,—a bumper, Squire Jones !
Ye physical tribe Whose knowledge consists in hard words and grimace,
Whene'er you prescribe,
Have at your devotion,
Pills, bolus, or potion, Be what will the case; |
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1 Law commentators of the time. |
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