The Bab Ballads, with Which Are Included Songs of a Savoyard

by W. S. Gilbert

Whose face bore Vice's blackest ban)

Cut short the scholar's simple tale,

And said in voice to make them quail,

"Pooh! go along! you're drunk, no doubt—

Here, Peters, turn these people out!"

The Sage, rebuffed in mode uncouth,

Returning, met the Mystic Youth.

"My darling boy," the Scholar said,

"Take Mary—blessings on your head!"