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Tell young Tom if 'e don't 'urry, I'll——. Now, mother, don't you worry.
I'll deal Christian with 'im; but I'm not a Bible pa by 'alf.
That old Scripture cove was driv'llin'; when 'is prodigal come
sniv'lin',
Why, the blazin', wasteful crim'nal goes an' kills a poddy calf!
I'm no dotin' daddy, but I know my duty, you'll allow,
An' the children of my loins is bound to 'ave respect for Cow.)
Cow, Cow—
Bow your 'eads, you blighters, bow!
Come an' be initiated. Come an' take the milky vow.
Put your wife an' fam'ly in it;
Work 'em ev'ry wakin' minit;
Fetch your sordid soul an' pin it, signed an' sealed an' sold to COW.
