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Tim Turpin he was gravel blind	A
And ne'er had seen the skies	B
For Nature when his head was made	C
Forgot to dot his eyes	B
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So like a Christmas pedagogue	D
Poor Tim was forced to do	E
Look out for pupils for he had	F
A vacancy for two	E
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There's some have specs to help their sight	G
Of objects dim and small	H
But Tim had specks within his eyes	B
And could not see at all	H
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Now Tim he wooed a servant maid	C
And took her to his arms	I
For he like Pyramus had cast	J
A wall eye on her charms	I
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By day she led him up and down	K
Where'er he wished to jog	D
A happy wife altho' she led	L
The life of any dog	D
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But just when Tim had lived a month	M
In honey with his wife	N
A surgeon ope'd his Milton eyes	B
Like oysters with a knife	N
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But when his eyes were opened thus	O
He wished them dark again	P
For when he looked upon his wife	N
He saw her very plain	Q
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Her face was bad her figure worse	R
He couldn't bear to eat	S
For she was anything but like	D
A grace before his meat	S
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Now Tim he was a feeling man	T
For when his sight was thick	D
It made him feel for everything	D
But that was with a stick	D
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So with a cudgel in his hand	U
It was not light or slim	V
He knocked at his wife's head until	W
It opened unto him	V
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And when the corpse was stiff and cold	X
He took his slaughtered spouse	Y
And laid her in a heap with all	H
The ashes of her house	Y
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But like a wicked murderer	Z
He lived in constant fear	A2
From day to day and so he cut	B2
His throat from ear to ear	C2
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The neighbours fetched a doctor in	D2
Said he 'This wound I dread	L
Can hardly be sewed up	E2
his life Is hanging on a thread	L
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But when another week was gone	F2
He gave him stronger hope	G2
Instead of hanging on a thread	L
Of hanging on a rope	G2
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Ah when he hid his bloody work	D
In ashes round about	H2
How little he supposed the truth	I2
Would soon be sifted out	H2
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But when the parish dustman came	J2
His rubbish to withdraw	K2
He found more dust within the heap	L2
Than he contracted for	M2
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A dozen men to try the fact	N2
Were sworn that very day	O2
But though they all were jurors yet	P2
No conjurors were they	O2
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Said Tim unto those jurymen	F2
You need not waste your breath	Q2
For I confess myself at once	R2
The author of her death	Q2
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And oh when I refect upon	F2
The blood that I have spilt	S2
Just like a button is my soul	T2
Inscribed with double guilt	S2
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Then turning round his head again	F2
He saw before his eyes	B
A great judge and a little judge	U2
The judges of a size	B
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The great judge took his judgment cap	V2
And put it on his head	L
And sentenced Tim by law to hang	D
Till he was three times dead	L
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So he was tried and he was hung	D
Fit punishment for such	W2
On Horsham drop and none can say	O2
It was a drop too much	W2

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