OF all the youths I ever saw None were so wicked,vain,or silly,So lost to shame and Sabbath law,As worldly TOM,and BOB,and BILLY.
For every Sabbath day they walked (Such was their gay and thoughtless natur)In parks or gardens,where they talked From three to six,or even later.
SIR MACKLIN was a priest severe In conduct and in conversation,It did a sinner good to hear Him deal in ratiocination.
He could in every action show Some sin,and nobody could doubt him.
He argued high,he argued low,He also argued round about him.
He wept to think each thoughtless youth Contained of wickedness a skinful,And burnt to teach the awful truth,That walking out on Sunday's sinful.
"Oh,youths,"said he,"I grieve to find The course of life you've been and hit on Sit down,"said he,"and never mind The pennies for the chairs you sit on.
"My opening head is 'Kensington,'
How walking there the sinner hardens,Which when I have enlarged upon,I go to 'Secondly'its 'Gardens.'"My 'Thirdly'comprehendeth 'Hyde,'
Of Secresy the guilts and shameses;
My 'Fourthly''Park'its verdure wide My 'Fifthly'comprehends 'St.James's.'
"That matter settled,I shall reach The 'Sixthly'in my solemn tether,And show that what is true of each,Is also true of all,together.