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SONGS OF THE ROAD
Bendy he turned Methodist—he said he felt a call,
He stumped the country preachin' and you bet he filled the hall,
If you seed him in the pulpit, a-bleatin' like a lamb,
You'd never know bold Bendigo, the pride of Nottingham.
His hat was like a funeral, he'd got a waiter's coat,
With a hallelujah collar and a choker round his throat,
His pals would laugh and say in chaff that Bendigo was right,
In takin' on the devil, since he'd no one else to fight.
