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AT the sign of the Horse, old SPINTEXT of course, / Each night took his pipe and his pot, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 313 THE / VICAR and MOSES. / A New Song. THE VICAR AND MOSES, A New Song. THE VICAR AND MOSES, A New Song. Stevens, George Alexander 1780-1780

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AT the sign of the Horse, old SPINTEXT of course, Each night took his pipe and his pot, O'era jorum of nappy, quite pleasant and happy Was plac'd the canonical sot; The Evening was dark, when in came the clerk, With reverence due and submission, First strok'd his cravat, then twirl'd round his hat, And bowing preferr'd his petition. I'm come, sir, says he, to beg, look d'ye see? Of your reverend worship and glory, T'inter a poor baby, with as much speed as may be, And I'll walk with the lanthorn before you. The body we'll bury, but pray where's the hurry? Why lord sir, the corpse it does stay; You fool, hold your peace, since miracles cease, A corpse, Moses can't run away. Then Moses he smil'd, crying sir, a small child Cannot long delay your intentions: Why that's true by St. Paul, a child that is small Can never enlarge its dementions; Bring Moses some beer, and bring me some, d'ye hear, For I hate to be call'd from my liquor; Come Moses, The KING: 'tis a scandalous thing, Such a subject should be but a Vicar. Then Moses he spoke, sir, 'tis past twelve o'clock, Besides there's a terrible shower: Why Moses, you elf, since the clock has struck twelve, I'm sure it can never strike more; Besides, my dear friend, to this lesson attend, Which to say and to swear, I'll be bold. That the corpse, snow or rain; can't endanger, 'tis [p]lain But perhaps you or I may take cold. Then Moses went on, sir, the clock has struck one, Pray Master look up at the hand, Why, it can never strike less, 'tis a folly to press A man for to go that can't stand; At length hat and cloak old Orthodox took, But first cram'd his jaws with a quid; Each tip'd off his jill, for fear they should chill Then stagger'd away side by side. When come to the grave, the clerk hum'd a stave. Whilst the surplice was wrapt round the priest; So droll was the figure of Moses and Vicar, That the Parish still talk of the jest. Good people let's pray,--- put the corpse 'tother way Or, perchance I shall o'er it stumble; 'Tis best to take care, tho' the Sages declare, A MORTUM CAPUIT, can't tremble. Woman that's born of Man, --- that's wrong, the leaf's torn. O! Man that is born of Woman, Can't continue an hour, but's cut down like a flower. You see Moses, Death spareth no man. Here Moses, do look what a confounded book, Sure the letters are turn'd upside down, Such a scandalous print, sure the Devil is in't, That this BASKET should print for the crown. Prithee Moses you read, for I can't proceed, And bury the corpse in my stead, et Amen et Amen, Why Moses you're wrong, pray hold still your tongue, You've taken the tail for the head: O where's thy sting Death? put the corpse in the earth, For, believe me, 'tis terrible weather, So the corpse was inter'd without praying a word, And away they both stagger'd together.