Or not believe, as we all believe, in the Holy Sepulchre!

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The Greek sings

The Latin swears his Roman Pope is judge infallible.

Wherefore you may be very sure the Devil from his skull

Will drink a toast unto all liars, who such a lie aver—

Tho they believe, as we all believe, in the Holy Sepulchre!

The Four again

A Latin and Greek, praise God, are we, Armenian and Copt,

And we're all drunk as drunk can be, for we've together sopped.

Not one of us but hankers to hang all Jews on a Juniper,

For we all believe, we all believe, in the Holy Sepulchre!

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THE CITY

Soft and fair by the Desert's edge,

And on the dim blue edge of the sea,

Where white gulls wing all day and fledge

Their young on the high cliff's sandy ledge,

There is a city I have beheld,

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