It was a Bishop bold,
And London was his see,
He was short and stout and round about
And zealous as could be.

It also was a Jew,
Who drove a Putney ‘bus —
For flesh of swine however fine
He did not care a cuss.

His name was HASH BAZ BEN,
And JEDEDIAH too,
And SOLOMON and ZABULON —
This ‘bus-directing Jew.

And gay young dogs would wait
To see the ‘bus go by
(These gay young dogs, in striking togs),
To hear the Bishop cry:

“Observe his grisly beard,
His race it clearly shows,
He sticks no fork in ham or pork —
Observe, my friends, his nose.

“His name is HASH BAZ BEN,
And JEDEDIAH too,
And SOLOMON and ZABULON —
This ‘bus-directing Jew.”

The good old Bishop sat
On his ancestral chair,
The ‘busman came, sent up his name,
And laid his grievance bare.

“Benighted Jew,” he said
(The good old Bishop did),
“Be Christian, you, instead of Jew —
Become a Christian kid!

“I’ll ne’er annoy you more.”
“Indeed ?“ replied the Jew;
“Shall I be freed? “ “You will, indeed!”
Then “Done!” said he, “with you!”

The organ which, in man,
Between the eyebrows grows,
Fell from his face, and in its place
He found a Christian nose.

His tangled Hebrew beard,
Which to his waist came down,
Was now a pair of whiskers fair —
His name ADOLPHUS BROWN!

He wedded in a year
That prelate’s daughter JANE,
He’s grown quite fair — has auburn hair —
His wife is far from plain.