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nec tu sperne piis venientia somnia portis	A
cum pia venerunt somnia pondus liubent	B
PROPERT lib iv eleg	C
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As snug on a Sunday eve of late	B
In his easy chair Sir Andrew sate	B
Being much too pious as every one knows	D
To do aught of a Sunday eve but doze	D
He dreamt a dream dear holy man	E
And I'll tell you his dream as well as I can	E
He found himself to his great amaze	F
In Charles the First's high Tory days	F
And just at the time that gravest of Courts	G
Had publisht its Book of Sunday Sports	G
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Sunday Sports what a thing for the ear	H
Of Andrew even in sleep to hear	H
It chanced to be too a Sabbath day	B
When the people from church were coming away	B
And Andrew with horror heard this song	C
As the smiling sinners flockt along	C
Long life to the Bishops hurrah hurrah	I
For a week of work and a Sunday of play	B
Make the poor man's life run merry away	B
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The Bishops quoth Andrew Popish I guess	J
And he grinned with conscious holiness	K
But the song went on and to brim the cup	L
Of poor Andy's grief the fiddles struck up	L
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Come take out the lasses let's have a dance	M
For the Bishops allow us to skip our fill	N
Well knowing that no one's the more in advance	M
On the road to heaven for standing still	N
Oh it never was meant that grim grimaces	O
Should sour the cream of a creed of love	P
Or that fellows with long disastrous faces	Q
Alone should sit among cherubs above	P
Then hurrah for the Bishops etc	C
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For Sunday fun we never can fail	R
When the Church herself each sport points out	B
There's May games archery Whitsun ale	R
And a May pole high to dance about	B
Or should we be for a pole hard driven	S
Some lengthy saint of aspect fell	T
With his pockets on earth and his nose in heaven	S
Will do for a May pole just as well	T
Then hurrah for the Bishops hurrah hurrah	I
A week of work and a Sabbath of play	B
Make the poor man's life run merry away	B
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To Andy who doesn't much deal in history	U
This Sunday scene was a downright mystery	U
And God knows where might have ended the joke	C
But in trying to stop the fiddles he woke	C
And the odd thing is as the rumor goes	D
That since that dream which one would suppose	D
Should have made his godly stomach rise	V
Even more than ever 'gainst Sunday pies	V
He has viewed things quite with different eyes	V
Is beginning to take on matters divine	W
Like Charles and his Bishops the sporting line	W
Is all for Christians jigging in pairs	X
As an interlude 'twixt Sunday prayers	X
Nay talks of getting Archbishop Howley	U
To bring in a Bill enacting duly	U
That all good Protestants from this date	B
May freely and lawfully recreate	B
Of a Sunday eve their spirits moody	U
With Jack in the Straw or Punch and Judy	U

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