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Friar’s Song

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Some love the matin-chimes, which tell
The hour of prayer to sinner:
But better far's the mid-day bell,
Which speaks the hour of dinner;
For when I see a smoking fish,
Or capon drown'd in gravy,
Or noble haunch on silver dish,
Full glad I sing my ave.

My pulpit is an alehouse bench,

Whereon I sit so jolly;
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Susan Williams 01 December 2015

Oh, grant! mid all the changes there, They may not change our liquor! - - Now it is the friars turn to be roasted. I wonder if Thackeray wrote a poem about both lawyers and poets at the same time

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