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PDFThe servants, amazed, are scarce ever able
To keep off their eyes, as they wait at the table;
And Molly and I have thrust in our nose,
To peep at the captain in all his fine clo’es.
Dear madam, be sure he’s a fine spoken man,
Do but hear on the clergy how glib his tongue ran;
And, ‘madam,’ says he, ’if such dinners you give,
You’ll ne’er want for parsons as long as you live.
I ne’er knew a parson without a good nose;
But the devil’s as welcome, wherever he goes:
G—d d—n me! they bid us reform and repent,
But, z—s! by their looks, they never keep Lent:
Mister curate, for all your grave looks, I’m afraid
You cast a sheep’s eye on her ladyship’s maid:
I wish she would lend you her pretty white hand
In mending your cassock, and smoothing your band:
(For the Dean was so shabby, and look’d like a ninny,
That the captain supposed he was curate to Jinny.)
’Whenever you see a cassock and gown,
A hundred to one but it covers a clown.
Observe how a parson comes into a room;
G—d d—n me, he hobbles as bad as my groom;
A scholard, when just from his college broke loose,
Can hardly tell how to cry bo to a goose;
Your Noveds, and Bluturks, and Omurs,[9] and stuff
By G—, they don’t signify this pinch of snuff.
To give a young gentleman right education,
The army’s the only good school in the nation:
My schoolmaster call’d me a dunce and a fool,
But at cuffs I was always the cock of the school;
I never could take to my book for the blood o’ me,
And the puppy confess’d he expected no good o’ me.
He caught me one morning coquetting his wife,
But he maul’d me, I ne’er was so maul’d in my life: [10]
So I took to the road, and, what’s very odd,
The first man I robb’d was a parson, by G—.
Now, madam, you’ll think it a strange thing to say,
But the sight of a book makes me sick to this day.
“Never since I was born did I hear so much wit,
And, madam, I laugh’d till I thought I should split.
So then you look’d scornful, and snift at the Dean,
As who should say, ‘Now, am I skinny[11] and lean?’
But he durst not so much as once open his lips,
And the doctor was plaguily down in the hips.”
Thus merciless Hannah ran on in her talk,
Till she heard the Dean call, “Will your ladyship walk?”
Her ladyship answers, “I’m just coming down:”
Then, turning to Hannah, and forcing a frown,
Although it was plain in her heart she was glad,
Cried, “Hussey, why sure the wench is gone mad!
How could these chimeras get into your brains!—
Come hither and take this old gown for your pains.
But the Dean, if this secret should come to his ears,
Will never have done with his gibes and his jeers:
For your life, not a word of the matter I charge ye:
Give me but a barrack, a fig for the clergy.”
To keep off their eyes, as they wait at the table;
And Molly and I have thrust in our nose,
To peep at the captain in all his fine clo’es.
Dear madam, be sure he’s a fine spoken man,
Do but hear on the clergy how glib his tongue ran;
And, ‘madam,’ says he, ’if such dinners you give,
You’ll ne’er want for parsons as long as you live.
I ne’er knew a parson without a good nose;
But the devil’s as welcome, wherever he goes:
G—d d—n me! they bid us reform and repent,
But, z—s! by their looks, they never keep Lent:
Mister curate, for all your grave looks, I’m afraid
You cast a sheep’s eye on her ladyship’s maid:
I wish she would lend you her pretty white hand
In mending your cassock, and smoothing your band:
(For the Dean was so shabby, and look’d like a ninny,
That the captain supposed he was curate to Jinny.)
’Whenever you see a cassock and gown,
A hundred to one but it covers a clown.
Observe how a parson comes into a room;
G—d d—n me, he hobbles as bad as my groom;
A scholard, when just from his college broke loose,
Can hardly tell how to cry bo to a goose;
Your Noveds, and Bluturks, and Omurs,[9] and stuff
By G—, they don’t signify this pinch of snuff.
To give a young gentleman right education,
The army’s the only good school in the nation:
My schoolmaster call’d me a dunce and a fool,
But at cuffs I was always the cock of the school;
I never could take to my book for the blood o’ me,
And the puppy confess’d he expected no good o’ me.
He caught me one morning coquetting his wife,
But he maul’d me, I ne’er was so maul’d in my life: [10]
So I took to the road, and, what’s very odd,
The first man I robb’d was a parson, by G—.
Now, madam, you’ll think it a strange thing to say,
But the sight of a book makes me sick to this day.
“Never since I was born did I hear so much wit,
And, madam, I laugh’d till I thought I should split.
So then you look’d scornful, and snift at the Dean,
As who should say, ‘Now, am I skinny[11] and lean?’
But he durst not so much as once open his lips,
And the doctor was plaguily down in the hips.”
Thus merciless Hannah ran on in her talk,
Till she heard the Dean call, “Will your ladyship walk?”
Her ladyship answers, “I’m just coming down:”
Then, turning to Hannah, and forcing a frown,
Although it was plain in her heart she was glad,
Cried, “Hussey, why sure the wench is gone mad!
How could these chimeras get into your brains!—
Come hither and take this old gown for your pains.
But the Dean, if this secret should come to his ears,
Will never have done with his gibes and his jeers:
For your life, not a word of the matter I charge ye:
Give me but a barrack, a fig for the clergy.”
[Footnote 1: A bawn was a place near the house, enclosed with mud or stone walls, to keep the cattle from being stolen in the night, now little used.—Dublin Edition.]
