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IN ancient times as story tells	A
The saints would often leave their cells	A
And stroll about but hide their quality	B
To try good people's hospitality	B
It happened on a winter night	C
As authors of the legend write	C
Two brother hermits saints by trade	D
Taking their tour in masquerade	D
Disguised in tattered habits went	E
To a small village down in Kent	E
Where in the strollers' canting strain	F
They begged from door to door in vain	F
Tried every tone might pity win	G
But not a soul would let them in	G
Our wandering saints in woeful state	H
Treated at this ungodly rate	H
Having through all the village passed	I
To a small cottage came at last	I
Where dwelt a good honest old yeoman	J
Called in the neighbourhood Philemon	J
Who kindly did these saints invite	C
In his poor hut to pass the night	C
And then the hospitable Sire	K
Bid goody Baucis mend the fire	K
While he from out the chimney took	L
A flitch of bacon off the hook	L
And freely from the fattest side	M
Cut out large slices to be fried	M
Then stepped aside to fetch 'em drink	N
Filled a large jug up to the brink	N
And saw it fairly twice go round	O
Yet what is wonderful they found	O
'Twas still replenished to the top	P
As if they ne'er had touched a drop	P
The good old couple were amazed	Q
And often on each other gazed	Q
For both were frightened to the heart	R
And just began to cry What art	R
Then softly turned aside to view	S
Whether the lights were burning blue	S
The gentle pilgrims soon aware on't	B
Told 'em their calling and their errant	T
'Good folks you need not be afraid	D
We are but saints ' the hermits said	U
'No hurt shall come to you or yours	V
But for that pack of churlish boors	V
Not fit to live on Christian ground	O
They and their houses shall be drowned	O
Whilst you shall see your cottage rise	W
And grow a church before your eyes '	X
They scarce had spoke when fair and soft	Y
The roof began to mount aloft	Z
Aloft rose every beam and rafter	K
The heavy wall climbed slowly after	K
The chimney widened and grew higher	K
Became a steeple with a spire	A2
The kettle to the top was hoist	B2
And there stood fastened to a joist	B2
But with the upside down to show	C2
Its inclination for below	C2
In vain for a superior force	D2
Applied at bottom stops its coarse	D2
Doomed ever in suspense to dwell	E2
'Tis now no kettle but a bell	E2
A wooden jack which had almost	F2
Lost by disuse the art to roast	F2
A sudden alteration feels	G2
Increased by new intestine wheels	G2
And what exalts the wonder more	H2
The number made the motion slower	K
The flyer though 't had leaden feet	I2
Turned round so quick you scarce could see 't	I2
But slackened by some secret power	K
Now hardly moves an inch an hour	K
The jack and chimney near allied	I2
Had never left each other's side	I2
The chimney to a steeple grown	J2
The jack would not be left alone	J2
But up against the steeple reared	I2
Became a clock and still adhered	I2
And still its love to household cares	K2
By a shrill voice at noon declares	K2
Warning the cook maid not to burn	L2
That roast meat which it cannot turn	L2
The groaning chair began to crawl	M2
Like a huge snail along the wall	M2
There stuck aloft in public view	S
And with small change a pulpit grew	S
The porringers that in a row	C2
Hung high and made a glittering show	C2
To a less noble substance changed	I2
Were now but leathern buckets ranged	I2
The ballads pasted on the wall	M2
Of Joan of France and English Moll	N2
Fair Rosamond and Robin Hood	I2
The Little Children in the Wood	I2
Now seemed to look abundance better	K
Improved in picture size and letter	K
And high in order placed describe	O2
The heraldry of every tribe	O2
A bedstead of the antique mode	I2
Compact of timber many a load	I2
Such as our ancestors did use	P2
Was metamorphosed into pews	Q2
Which still their ancient nature keep	R2
By lodging folks disposed to sleep	R2
The cottage by such feats as these	S2
Grown to a church by just degrees	S2
The hermits then desired their host	I2
To ask for what he fancied most	I2
Philemon having paused a while	T2
Returned 'em thanks in homely style	T2
Then said 'My house is grown so fine	U2
Methinks I still would call it mine	U2
I'm old and fain would live at ease	S2
Make me the Parson if you please '	X
He spoke and presently he feels	G2
His grazier's coat fall down his heels	G2
He sees yet hardly can believe	V2
About each arm a pudding sleeve	V2
His waistcoat to a cassock grew	S
And both assumed a sable hue	S
But being old continued just	I2
As thread bare and as full of dust	I2
His talk was now of tithes and dues	Q2
He smoked his pipe and read the news	Q2
Knew how to preach old sermons next	I2
Vamped in the preface and the text	I2
At christenings well could act his part	I2
And had the service all by heart	I2
Wished women might have children fast	I2
And thought whose sow had farrowed last	I2
Against Dissenters would repine	U2
And stood up firm for Right divine	U2
Found his head filled with many a system	W2
But classic authors he ne'er missed 'em	W2
Thus having furbished up a parson	U2
Dame Baucis next they played their farce on	U2
Instead of home spun coifs were seen	U2
Good pinners edg'd with colberteen	U2
Her petticoat transformed apace	X2
Became black satin flounced with lace	X2
Plain Goody would no longer down	U2
'Twas Madam in her grogram gown	U2
Philemon was in great surprise	W
And hardly could believe his eyes	W
Amazed to see her look so prim	Y2
And she admired as much at him	Y2
Thus happy in their change of life	Z2
Were several years this man and wife	Z2
When on a day which proved their last	I2
Discoursing o'er old stories past	I2
They went by chance amidst their talk	A3
To the church yard to take a walk	A3
When Baucis hastily cried out	I2
'My dear I see your forehead sprout '	X
'Sprout ' quoth the man 'what's this you tell us	B3
I hope you don't believe me jealous	B3
But yet methinks I feel it true	S
And really yours is budding too	S
Nay now I cannot stir my foot	I2
It feels as if 'twere taking root '	X
Description would but tire my Muse	Q2
In short they both were turned to Yews	Q2
Old Goodman Dobson of the green	U2
Remembers he the trees has seen	U2
He'll talk of them from noon till night	I2
And goes with folks to show the sight	I2
On Sundays after evening prayer	C3
He gathers all the parish there	C3
Points out the place of either Yew	S
Here Baucis there Philemon grew	S
Till once a parson of our town	U2
To mend his barn cut Baucis down	U2
At which 'tis hard to be believed	I2
How much the other tree was grieved	I2
Grow scrubby died a top was stunted	I2
So the next parson stubbed and burnt it	I2

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