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A man once read with mind surprised	A
Of the way that people were hypnotised	A
By waving hands you produced forsooth	B
A kind of trance where men told the truth	B
His mind was filled with wond'ring doubt	A
He grabbed his hat and he started out	A
He walked the street and he made a set	A
At the first half dozen folk he met	A
He tranced them all and without a joke	C
'Twas much as follows the subjects spoke	C
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First Man	D
I am a doctor London made	A
Listen to me and you'll hear displayed	A
A few of the tricks of the doctor's trade	A
'Twill sometimes chance when a patient's ill	E
That a doae or draught or a lightning pill	E
A little too strong or a little too hot	A
Will work its way to a vital spot	A
And then I watch with a sickly grin	F
While the patient 'passes his counters in'	F
But when he has gone with his fleeting breath	B
I certify that the cause of death	B
Was something Latin and something long	G
And who is to say that the doctor's wrong	G
So I go my way with a stately tread	A
While my patients sleep with the dreamless dead	A
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Next Please	H
I am a barrister wigged and gowned	A
Of stately presence and look profound	A
Listen awhile till I show you round	A
When courts are sitting and work is flush	I
I hurry about in a frantic rush	I
I take your brief and I look to see	J
That the same is marked with a thumping fee	J
But just as your case is drawing near	K
I bob serenely and disappear	K
And away in another court I lurk	L
While a junior barrister does your work	L
And I ask my fee with a courtly grace	M
Although I never came near the case	M
But the loss means ruin too you maybe	J
But nevertheless I must have my fee	J
For the lawyer laughs in his cruel sport	A
While his clients march to the Bankrupt Court	A
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Third Man	F
I am a banker wealthy and bold	A
A solid man and I keep my hold	A
Over a pile of the public's gold	A
I am as skilled as skilled can be	J
In every matter of s d	J
I count the money and night by night	A
I balance it up to a farthing right	A
In sooth 'twould a stranger's soul perplex	N
My double entry and double checks	N
Yet it sometimes happens by some strange crook	O
That a ledger keeper will 'take his hook'	O
With a couple of hundred thousand 'quid'	A
And no one can tell how the thing was did	A
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Fourth Man	F
I am an editor bold and free	J
Behind the great impersonal 'We'	P
I hold the power of the Mystic Three	J
What scoundrel ever would dare to hint	A
That anything crooked appears in print	A
Perhaps an actor is all the rage	Q
He struts his hour on the mimic stage	Q
With skill he interprets all the scenes	R
And yet next morning I give him beans	R
I slate his show from the floats to flies	S
Because the beggar won't advertise	S
And sometimes columns of print appear	K
About a mine and it makes it clear	K
That the same is all that one's heart could wish	T
A dozen ounces to every dish	T
But the reason we print those statements fine	F
Is the editor's uncle owns the mine	F
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The Last Straw	U
A preacher I and I take my stand	A
In pulpit decked with gown and band	A
To point the way to a better land	A
With sanctimonious and reverent look	O
I read it out of the sacred book	O
That he who would open the golden door	V
Must give his all to the starving poor	W
But I vary the practice to some extent	A
By investing money at twelve per cent	A
And after I've preached for a decent while	X
I clear for 'home' with a lordly pile	X
I frighten my congregation well	Y
With fear of torment and threats of hell	Y
Although I know that the scientists	Z
Can't find that any such place exists	Z
And when they prove it beyond mistake	O
That the world took millions of years to make	O
And never was built by the seventh day	A
I say in a pained and insulted way	A
that 'Thomas also presumed to doubt'	A
And thus do I rub my opponents out	A
For folks may widen their mental range	A2
But priest and parson thay never change	A2
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With dragging footsteps and downcast head	A
The hypnotiser went home to bed	A
And since that very successful test	A
He has given the magic art a rest	A
Had he tried the ladies and worked it right	A
What curious tales might have come to light	A

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