Man of the Cloth

This man of the cloth has his brick and brass,

It’s all too much for a preacher man;

And it’s new to him and it’s all for him,

But what’s money to an Eton man?

This man of the cloth has his brick and brass,

It’s all too much for angelic lads;

And the two of them who did pretend

How his praying hands turned bad.

This man of the cloth has his brick and brass,

It’s all too much for the single life;

How the single women would run after him,

But he’s not looking for a wife.

This man of the cloth has his brick and brass,

It’s all too much it’s a heavy load;

And the thief and tramp he would put them up,

They could stay till they hit the road.

This man of the cloth has his brick and brass

It’s all too much for these low life men

Of whom the papers they reported on

And his place they called Fagin’s den.

This man of the cloth has his brick and brass,

It’s all too much for what was claimed;

And the law could never do him down

So he got back his once good name.

This man of the cloth had his brick and brass,

It’s all too much for a man of ease;

And he’d always stood by what he said,

No, he’d not do things just to please.

G. F. Phillips