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Is it by the apostle's law / That ye your brother love?
Hypocrites and chatterers, / Ye're cursed of God above.
Not for your brother's soul you care.
It's only for his skin.
The skin from off his back you'd tear, / Some trifling prize to win.
There's furs for your daughter, / Slippers for your wife, / And things that you don't utter / About your private life.