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The Reverend Rawston Wright
Fun, III - 28th April 1866
| Oh! the centre-divided hair, | |
| And the boots that shine so bright, | |
And the linen prepared with care, |
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| Of the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT. | |
| A popular priest was he, | |
| And appreciated quite, | |
| And eternally asked to tea By the whole of his curacee, |
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| Was the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT. | |
| The bishop he said, said he, | |
| "There's no such shining light | |
| In the whole of my holy see (Excepting only me), |
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| As the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT!" | |
| And the vicars they said, said they, | |
| "Our duty would be but slight | |
| If we could get, some day, For the moderate sum we pay, |
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| Such a REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT." | |
| But though he was stern all day, | |
| He'd a singular habit at night | |
| Indeed, I may fairly say, An exceedingly singular way |
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| Had the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT. | |
| He'd strike a gigantic gong, | |
| And then, the eccentric wight, | |
| Would sing to a wondering throng; And this was the singular song |
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| Of the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT: | |
| Oh, fan an aesthetical flame, | |
| And sing to the moon so bright, | |
| For piggy-wigs worry and maim, And my highly respected name |
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| Is the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT." | |
| And the wondering throng would say, | |
| "What a strange proceeding quite; | |
| Will any one tell us, pray, What means this singular way |
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| Of the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT?" | |
| But he said, "I find it pays | |
| To sing it with all my might. | |
| You needn't stand in amaze; It's only one of the ways |
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| Of the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT." | |
| And he banged at the gong once more, | |
| And he danced till the broad daylight; | |
| Then his delicate locks he tore, And he yelled with a yelping roar, |
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| Did this singular R WRIGHT. | |
| And though he's a serious gent, | |
| And a popular curate quite, | |
| No man can guess his intent, Or tell us whatever is meant |
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| When the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT | |
| Says, "Fan an aesthetical flame, | |
| And sing to the moon at night, | |
| For piggy-wigs worry and maim, And my highly respected name |
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| Is the REVEREND RAWSTON WRIGHT!" | |
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