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Tho little we boy came to the church,
and ay ſo merrily he ſang
I catch'd the prieſt in bed with my mother
I would not tell this to any ⟨man.⟩
You are a liar ſay the prieſt,
as ſure in the pulpit I do ſtand,
I never was in bed with your mother,
nor yet ſo nigh as touch her hand.
Then you are a liar ſays the boy,
as ſures in the pulpit you do kneels:
I catched you in bed with my mother,
and your breeches hanging to your heel
The miniſter being quite a aſhamed,
the people gave a loud huzza:
Running like mad out of the church,
crying ſuch a prieſt we never ſaw.
But you would have laugh'd if you'd ſeen
how the little wee boy kept up the joke
Running out after the miniſter, crying,
give me my crown, and my new coat
The parſon hes quite out of the pariſh,
left him behind his church and wealth,
The boy and's mother fed on the wedder,
and every ⟨drank⟩ his health.
