“ Mr. Bruce, Mr. Bruce,1
When the matrimonial noose2
You ought here, at Harrow, to be tying,3
If you choose to ride away,4
As you know you did, to-day,5
No wonder bride and bridegroom should be crying.6
It’s a very great abuse7
Mr. Bruce, Mr. Bruce !8
And you’re quite without excuse,9
And of very little use10
As a curate,
Mr. Bruce !”11
Mr. Bruce !”11