第45章 Ballad:THE FAIRY CURATE(1 / 2)

ONCE a fairy Light and airy Married with a mortal;Men,however,Never,never Pass the fairy portal.

Slyly stealing,She to Ealing Made a daily journey;There she found him,Clients round him (He was an attorney).

Long they tarried,Then they married.

When the ceremony Once was ended,Off they wended On their moon of honey.

Twelvemonth,maybe,Saw a baby (Friends performed an orgie).

Much they prized him,And baptized him By the name of GEORGIE,GEORGIE grew up;Then he flew up To his fairy mother.

Happy meeting

Pleasant greeting

Kissing one another.

"Choose a calling Most enthralling,I sincerely urge ye."

"Mother,"said he (Rev'rence made he),"I would join the clergy.

"Give permission In addition

Pa will let me do it:

There's a living In his giving

He'll appoint me to it.

Dreams of coff'ring,Easter off'ring,Tithe and rent and pewrate,So inflame me (Do not blame me),That I'll be a curate."

She,with pleasure,Said,"My treasure,'T is my wish precisely.

Do your duty,There's a beauty;

You have chosen wisely.

Tell your father I would rather As a churchman rank you.

You,in clover,I'll watch over."

GEORGIE said,"Oh,thank you!"

GEORGIE scudded,Went and studied,Made all preparations,And with credit (Though he said it)Passed examinations.

(Do not quarrel With him,moral,Scrupulous digestions 'Twas his mother,And no other,Answered all the questions.)Time proceeded;

Little needed GEORGIE admonition:

He,elated,Vindicated Clergyman's position.

People round him Always found him Plain and unpretending;Kindly teaching,Plainly preaching,All his money lending.