Ye Tythingman
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Ye Tythingman, that watchful one, He doth ye order keep, In church he walketh up ye aisle To see who goes to sleep. And when he spyeth one who nods, He riseth in his might, And with his rod right lustily Doth rap ye luckless wight. But now ye tythingman hath found His duties few and small, For those who go keep wide awake, Ye rest go not at all.
