The BATTLE ROYAL.
To the Tune of, a Soldier and a Sailour.
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A Dean and Prebendary
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Had once a new-vagary,
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And where at doubtful Strife Sir
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Who led the better life Sir,
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And was the better Man.
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The Dean, he said that truly,
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Since Bluff was so unruly,
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He'd prove it to his Face Sir,
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That He had the most grace Sir,
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And so the Fight began.
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When Preb--- reply'd like Thunder,
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And roar'd out 'twas no wonder,
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For Gods the Dean had Three Sir,
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And more by Two than He Sir,
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For He had got but One.
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Now as these Two were rageing,
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And in disputes engageing,
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The Master of the Charter,
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Said both had caught a Tartar,
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For Gods that there were none.
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And all the Books of Moses,
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Were nothing but Supposes,
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And he deserv'd rebuke Sir,
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Who wrote the Penteteuch Sir,
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nohing but a Shamm.
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And as for Father Adam,
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With Mrs. Eve his Madam,
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And what the Serpent Spoke Sir,
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'Twas nothing but a Joke Sir,
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And well invented Flamm.
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As thus in Battle Royal,
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Not one would take denyal,
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The Dame for whome they strove Sir,
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Could neither of 'em love Sir,
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For all had given offence.
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She therefore slighly waiting,
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Left all Three Fools a prateing,
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And being in a fright Sir,
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RELIGION took her flight Sir,
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And ne're was heard of Since.
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