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And in at the windows and in at the door,
And through the walls by thousands they pour,
And down from the ceiling and up thro' the floor,
From the right and the left, from behind and before,
And all at once to the Bishop they go.

They have whetted their teeth against the stones,
And now they pick the Bishop's bones,
They gnawed the flesh from every limb
For they were sent to do judgment on him!