Select poems of Prior and Swift [ed. by C. Bathurst].J. W. Parker & Son, 1853 - 184 pages |
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... their parts , Receive the news in doleful dumps : " The Dean is dead , ( pray what is trumps ? ) Then , Lord have mercy on his soul ! ( Ladies , I'll venture for the vole . ) Six deans , they say , must bear the pall , ( I wish I knew ...
... their parts , Receive the news in doleful dumps : " The Dean is dead , ( pray what is trumps ? ) Then , Lord have mercy on his soul ! ( Ladies , I'll venture for the vole . ) Six deans , they say , must bear the pall , ( I wish I knew ...
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