(aloud) Our heads we bow, the rod we kiss -
(aside) Did ever you hear such a chorus as this?
It's a Puritan notion of heavenly bliss!
(aloud) The scales have fallen from our eyes -
(aside) We're painfully conscious we're so many guys,
And we're all of us telling a parcel of lies!
(aloud) The truth at last we clearly see -
(aside) Oh, hi diddle, diddle! between you and me,
Our apparent conversion is fiddle-de-dee!
(aloud) Oh, priceless gift! Oh blessed boon!
(aside) It must have been of this identical tune
The apocryphal quadruped perished so soon.

(aloud) Oh blessed boon!
(aside) Oh what a tune!
(spoken)What a tune!