And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?

And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?

Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.

Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any
standers-by to curtail his oaths.

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any
standers-by to curtail his oaths.

Though "Bother it" I may
Occasionally say,
I never never use a big, big, D.

Though "Bother it" I may
Occasionally say,
I never never use a big, big, D.

A demon holds a book, in which are written the sins of a
particular man; an Angel drops on read more

A demon holds a book, in which are written the sins of a
particular man; an Angel drops on it from a phial, a tear which
the sinner had shed in doing a good action, and his sins are
washed out.

"He shall not die, by God," cried by uncle Toby. The Accusing
Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery read more

"He shall not die, by God," cried by uncle Toby. The Accusing
Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed
as he gave it in: and the Recording Angel as he wrote it down,
dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.

I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.

I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him read more

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my
pleasure.

There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
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There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
Ere Mercy weeps them out again.