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This counsel he took from his love,
And in Parliament’s very next Session
He pleaded, with voice of a dove,
For “the excellent rite called Confession.”
But Premiers are wary, and they can see
Whom ’tis expedient to fish up;
Lo! an archiepiscopal vacancy,
And Sam is not made an Archbishop.
Rum-ti-iddi-ti-ti.