Out on a Limerick (Reverend Crisparkle)

George N. Martin - Pop, Broadway
Out on a Limerick (Reverend Crisparkle)
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Duration: 1:59
Lyrics
[CRISPARKLE] Yes, it is I — my conscience is cleared! I've donned a frock before, but never a beard! Dead now is Datchery, born on a whim We can dispense with last rites for him There once was a man who was dressed In a clerical collar and vest And if anyone knew He had feelings like you They'd reply to him, "Surely, you jest!" Parishioners take great offense At all priests who would like to be gents Wе can consecrate wine Spеak of thee, thou, or thine But we mustn't take hold of events It was a bold revolution Turning my collar around! Seeking the puzzle's solution Finding what was to be found! I was out on a limerick, out on a limerick Out on a limerick air! I found a theatrical kit And as Datchery, I did my bit So to clear Neville's name (I confess, to my shame Twas for Helena too, I admit) I followed John Jasper high-low Found the dens he descends to below And when Puffer came here Twas immediately clear My suspicions were quite apropos! So I crept in the lodgings of Jasper Dressed in this garb, what a sight! There I found Rosa Bud's clasp, her Mother's she gave Drood that night! Jasper took it from Ned After hurling him dead Toward the Weir riverbed, I suppose Reverend Datchery knows! And the proof is quite clear Let them bring Jasper here To be tried and then tied up and strung! And from this limerick, let him be hung!
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- Writers
- Rupert Holmes