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hrough the streets on my shoulders instead o' the boards, that I will. Bravo! he ought to be advertized--this style thirteen bob a week!" "Thirteen bob a week!" laughed Harry; "who'd go for a soldier with such a prospect. Can you give us a job, governor?" "Wait a bit, lads," said Mr. Bumpkin, "there be another werse and then a chorus." "Hooray!" they shouted, "a chorus! let's have the chorus--there ought to be a chorus--thirteen bob a week!" "Now, gentlemen, the chorus if you please," said Harry; "give it mouth, sir!" Then sang Bumpkin-- "O 'edgin, ditchin, that's the geaam, All in the open air; The poor man's health is all his wealth, But wealth without a care! CHORUS. Then shout hurrah for Church and State Though 'eretics may scoff, The devil is our head Constable, To take the willins off. Give me the man that's poor and strong, Hard working and content; Who looks on onger as his lot, In Heaven's wise purpose sent. Who looks on riches as a snare To ketch the worldly wise; And good roast mutton as a dodge, To blind rich people's eyes. CHORUS. Give me the man that labours hard From mornin' until night, And looks at errins as a treat And bacon a delight. O 'edgin, ditchin, diggin drains, And emptyin pool and dyke, It beats your galloppin to 'ounds, Your ball-rooms and the like. CHORUS. Gi' me the man that loves the Squire With all his might and main; And with the taxes and the rates As never racks his brain. Who loves the Parson and the Beak As Heaven born'd and sent, And revels in that blessed balm A hongry sweet content. CHORUS. Gie me the good Shaksperan man As wants no other books, But them as he no need to spell, The ever runnin brooks: As feeds the pigs and minds the flocks, And rubs the orses down; And like a regler lyal man, Sticks up for Church and Crown." CHORUS. At the termination of this pastoral song there was such a hullabaloo of laughter, such a yelling, thumping, and, I grieve to say, swearing, that Mr. Bumpkin wondered what on earth was the occasion of it. At the Rent dinner at the Squire's he had a
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