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As we have given several humorous Scottish stories in verse we will venture to	A
trespass on your good nature by giving an American specimen The scene is laid	B
in the suburbs of New York It was a prose tale and we fancy we have not	C
diminished the height breadth or depth of the humour by grinding it in our	D
poetical mill and having it flow out in rhyme	E
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There is a man his name is Brown	F
He lives in a suburban town	F
And has an office in the city	G
His misfortunes you will pity	G
His mind it was on stocks and change	H
He cared not for things new or strange	H
But agent managed him to hook	I
And sold to him a costly book	I
Brown cared not for those glorious names	J
Died for religion in the flames	J
Now he felt agent was a Tartar	D
For selling him a book of martyr	D
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The agent knew it would make strife	K
But sold another to his wife	K
She did not know that Brown had bought	C
And agent on her easy wrought	L
Approaching her with winning smile	M
He poor woman did beguile	M
He made her believe without a doubt	N
No Christian could do without	N
This book which would all inspire	O
With spark of celestial fire	D
With feelings like the first martyr	D
Who had died for Christian charter	D
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When Brown did home return at night	P
His wife to add to his delight	P
Resolved that she would after tea	G
Get chatting with her husband free	G
And tell him of fine book she bought	C
Of trouble fresh she never thought	L
But she noticed a gloomy frown	F
On the brow of her husband Brown	F
But thought when I my purchase tell	Q
Those dark clouds they will dispel	Q
She said my dear I bought martyr	D
He looked as if he her could quarter	D
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And said the scoundrel sold me book	I
Out of the window then he did look	I
And saw the agent haste to train	R
He tried to stop him but in vain	R
Smith then was passing in spring waggon	R
And he had his trotting nag on	R
He told him to stop book agent	S
His escape for to prevent	T
Smith told him Brown wanted him	U
But agent nothing daunted him	U
Said he He only wants to barter	D
With me for my book of Martyr	D
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If thats all said Smith with quick dash	V
Give me his book and here's your cash	V
Book agent jumped aboard the car	W
For he knew there would be war	X
Smith met Brown with triumphant look	I
Said he I have got you the book	I
Brown's feelings now no one could paint	Y
He there did show he was no saint	Y
But to big own home he now returned	Z
And fierce rage in his bosom burned	Z
He was not fit for Knight of Garter	D
When he brought in the third martyr	D

James Mcintyre

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