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I'm a very knowing prig, / With my laced coat and wig, / Though they say I am surly and bearish; / Sure I look a might man, / When I flourish my rattan, / To fright the little boys, / Who in church-time make a noise, / Because I'm beadle of the Parish.
Here and there,--every where? / Hollo now,--What's the row? / Fine to do,--Who are you? / Why, zounds, I'm the Beadle of the Parish.