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AT the sign of the horse, old Spintext of course Each night took his pipe and his Pot, [O']er a jorum of nappy, quite pleasant and happy Was placd this canonical [s]ot. Tol lol, etc. The evening was dark, when in came the clerk, With reverence due, and submission, First stroked his cravat, then twirld round his hat And bowing prefer'd his petition. Im come, sir, says he, to beg, look, do you see, Of your reverend worship and glory, To inter a poor baby with as much speed as may be, And Ill walk with the lanthorn before you. The body well bury, but pray wheres the hurry, Why Lord, sir, the corpse it does stay; You fool hold your peace, since miracles cease, A corpse, Moses, cant run away. Then Moses he smild, saying, sir, a small child, Cannot long delay your intentions, Why thats true, by St. Paul, a child that is small, Can never enlarge its dimensions. Bring Moses some beer, and bring me some do you hear, I hate to be calld from my liquor, Come, Moses, the king, tis a scanadlous thing, Such a subject should be but a vicar. Then Moses he spoke, sir, tis past twelve oclock, Besides theres a terrible shower, Why Moses you elf, since the clock has struck twelve, Im sure it can never strike more. Besides [m]y dear friend, this lesson attend, Which to say and to swear Ill be bold, That the corpse, snow or rain, cant endanger thats plain, 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 neer can strike less, tis a folly to press, A man for to go that cant stand. At length hat and cloak old Orthodox took, But first crammd his jaw with a quid. Each tipt off a gill, for fear they should chill, And then staggerd away side by side. When come to the grave, the clerk hummd a stave, Whilst the surplice was wrappd round the priest, Where so droll was the figure of Moses and vicar, That the parish still talk of the jest. Good people lets pray, put the corpse tother way, Or perchance I shall over it stumble, Tis best to take care, tho the sages declare, A' Mortuum caput cant tremble. Woman thats of man born, thats wrong the leaves torn, Oh! man that is born of a woman, Cant continue an hour, but is cut down like a flowr You see, Moses, death spareth no man. Here, Moses, do look, what a confounded book, Sure the letters are turnd upside down. Such a scandalous print, sure the devil is int Thas this Basket should print for the crown. Prithee Moses you read, for I cannot proceed, And bury the corpse in my stead, Amen. Amen. Moses, youre wrong, pray hold still your tongue, Youve taken the tail for the head. O wheres thy sting death, but the corpse in the earth For believe me tis terrible weather So the corpse was interrd without praying a word. And away they both