Classic Poem

1

The Parson much spent, and had kept a months Lent
In hopes of the feast comming on:
But in stead of new wedding, the Lawyer by's treading
Had left him a butter'd Bun.

2

But the woman was kinde, and yielded to's mind,
She neither did struggle nor cry no,
She did not despair, for or Parson or Lawyer
Would get a Babe jure Divino .

3

Now the Law as we finde to the Gospel is joyn'd,
There must be a good propagation,
For the Boy that comes forth will be Doctor of both
And that's for the good of the Nation.

4

Now the Tyths and the Fees will grow by degrees,
To belong to the self same Person;
And he that both gets, by his learning and wits,
May fuddle while he has his Arse on.

5

And thus to conclude Their lives that are rude,
I should pray for the Queen and the King,
With the family Royal, and all that are Loyall,
But I'll drink to all that can sing.