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

by W. S. Gilbert

The agent said, "From what I hear,

This living will not suit, I fear—

There are no poor, no sick at all;

For services there is no call."

The reverend gent looked grave. "Dear me!

Then there is no 'society'?—

I mean, of course, no sinners there

Whose souls will be my special care?"