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risum tenaetis amici	A
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The longer one lives the more one learns	A
Said I as off to sleep I went	B
Bemused with thinking of Tithe concerns	A
And reading a book by the Bishop of FERNS	A
On the Irish Church Establishment	C
But lo in sleep not long I lay	D
When Fancy her usual tricks began	E
And I found myself bewitched away	D
To a goodly city in Hindostan	E
A city where he who dares to dine	E
On aught but rice is deemed a sinner	F
Where sheep and kine are held divine	E
And accordingly never drest for dinner	F
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But how is this I wondering cried	G
As I walkt that city fair and wide	G
And saw in every marble street	H
A row of beautiful butchers' shops	A
What means for men who don't eat meat	H
This grand display of loins and chops	A
In vain I askt 'twas plain to see	A
That nobody dared to answer me	A
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So on from street to street I strode	I
And you can't conceive how vastly odd	J
The butchers lookt a roseate crew	K
Inshrined in stalls with naught to do	K
While some on a bench half dozing sat	L
And the Sacred Cows were not more fat	L
Still posed to think what all this scene	E
Of sinecure trade was meant to mean	E
And pray askt I by whom is paid	M
The expense of this strange masquerade	M
The expense oh that's of course defrayed	M
Said one of these well fed Hecatombers	A
By yonder rascally rice consumers	A
What they who mustn't eat meat	M
No matter	F
And while he spoke his cheeks grew fatter	F
The rogues may munch their Paddy crop	N
But the rogues must still support our shop	N
And depend upon it the way to treat	M
Heretical stomachs that thus dissent	M
Is to burden all that won't eat meat	M
With a costly MEAT ESTABLISHMENT	M
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On hearing these words so gravely said	M
With a volley of laughter loud I shook	O
And my slumber fled and my dream was sped	M
And I found I was lying snug in bed	M
With my nose in the Bishop of FERNS'S book	O

Thomas Moore

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