And has she a Clergyman—Heigh, Ma'am, ho, Ma'am?
Has she a Clergyman, ho?
—Yes, one Doctor Fellowes,
Who puffs like a bellows,
The coals of sedition to blow——blow,
The coals of sedition to blow.
And has she no General—Heigh, Ma'am, ho, Ma'am?
Has she no General, ho?
—Yes, poor prating Wilson,
Who, if he e'er kills one,