ROUND ABOUT RYE 93
Myself : " Yes, but look here. That legend really belongs to Glastonbury—if you don't mind me pointing it out."
The tramp did seem to mind very much indeed, for he puffed out prodigious clouds of smoke from his pipe, and swelled with rage.
The Tramp : " Hutt! I've heard that talk too. If you listen to them foreigners out that way, you'll listen to a pack o' lies. And ain't the very tongs he twitched the ole man's nose with still to be seen by all folk at Mayfield and the old hammer too, both manufactured of good Sussex iron at the Mayfield furnaces. Bah! You've been misled by the heretics."
Myself : "I beg your pardon. I'm sorry."
The Tramp : " Enough ! You are forgiven. But maybe you will think of this rhyme in eternity, and no doubt you will come up against the poor man who is always on the look out to entrap good Christian people. So although this jingle appears to have little or no meaning to you, it has a deep and intimate significance to others. The poor man back of the clock is the ole devil, whose approach must be driven away with this song. Nothing like a good song to keep him at arm's length."
Balger : " Yes ! Yes ! All songs are good !