The Bishop of Barchester 



Barchester 'a white-'aired billy goat,' though 

 'Eaven knows 'e's that and worse. Personally 

 I stayed hout all night, that night. I didn't dare 

 to go 'ome, sir, with the Bishop hownin' the stable, 

 and brayin' fit to kill. Oh, the major? 'E stuck 

 it hout a week, but 'e couldn't stand it longer, for 

 every time 'e meets a chap 'e gets arsked to a cup 

 of tea. Why, they talk about it now, sir, all 

 through 'is Majesty's service, though it 'appened 

 some years ago, 'ow the capt'in beat the major on 

 a bloomin' blarsted mule." 



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