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The parting Genius is with sighing sent	A
MILTON	B
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It is o'er it is o'er my reign is o'er	C
I hear a Voice from shore to shore	D
From Dunfanaghy to Baltimore	D
And it saith in sad parsonic tone	E
Great Tithe and Small are dead and gone	F
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Even now I behold your vanishing wings	G
Ye Tenths of all conceivable things	G
Which Adam first as Doctors deem	H
Saw in a sort of night mare dream	H
After the feast of fruit abhorred	I
First indigestion on record	I
Ye decimate ducks ye chosen chicks	J
Ye pigs which tho' ye be Catholics	J
Or of Calvin's most select depraved	K
In the Church must have your bacon saved	K
Ye fields where Labor counts his sheaves	L
And whatsoever himself believes	L
Must bow to the Establisht Church belief	M
That the tenth is always a Protestant sheaf	M
Ye calves of which the man of Heaven	B
Takes Irish tithe one calf in seven	B
Ye tenths of rape hemp barley flax	N
Eggs timber milk fish and bees' wax	N
All things in short since earth's creation	B
Doomed by the Church's dispensation	B
To suffer eternal decimation	B
Leaving the whole lay world since then	O
Reduced to nine parts out of ten	O
Or as we calculate thefts and arsons	P
Just ten per cent the worse for Parsons	P
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Alas and is all this wise device	Q
For the saving of souls thus gone in a trice	Q
The whole put down in the simplest way	R
By the souls resolving not to pay	R
And even the Papist thankless race	S
Who have had so much the easiest case	S
To pay for our sermons doomed 'tis true	T
But not condemned to hear them too	T
Our holy business being 'tis known	E
With the ears of their barley not their own	E
Even they object to let us pillage	U
By right divine their tenth of tillage	U
And horror of horrors even decline	V
To find us in sacramental wine	V
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It is o'er it is o'er my reign is o'er	C
Ah never shall rosy Rector more	D
Like the shepherds of Israel idly eat	W
And make of his flock a prey and meat	W
No more shall be his the pastoral sport	X
Of suing his flock in the Bishop's Court	X
Thro' various steps Citation Libel	Y
Scriptures all but not the Bible	Y
Working the Law's whole apparatus	Z
To get at a few predoomed potatoes	A2
And summoning all the powers of wig	B2
To settle the fraction of a pig	B2
Till parson and all committed deep	C2
In the case of Shepherds versus Sheep	C2
The Law usurps the Gospel's place	S
And on Sundays meeting face to face	S
While Plaintiff fills the preacher's station	B
Defendants form the congregation	B
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So lives he Mammon's priest not Heaven's	P
For tenths thus all at sixes and sevens	P
Seeking what parsons love no less	D2
Than tragic poets a good distress	D2
Instead of studying St Augustin	E2
Gregory Nyss or old St Justin	B
Books fit only to hoard dust in	F2
His reverence stints his evening readings	G
To learned Reports of Tithe Proceedings	G
Sipping the while that port so ruddy	G2
Which forms his only ancient study	G2
Port so old you'd swear its tartar	C
Was of the age of Justin Martyr	C
And had he sipt of such no doubt	H2
His martyrdom would have been to gout	H2
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Is all then lost alas too true	T
Ye Tenths beloved adieu adieu	T
My reign is o'er my reign is o'er	C
Like old Thumb's ghost I can no more	D

Thomas Moore

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