The Downfall of POPERY;
OR, the Distressed JESUITS in Flight.
They wring their Hands, because they're sure
their work is all undone,
The smell of Hemp they can't endure,
therefore they strive to run.
To the Tune of, A New Game at Cards.
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THe Pope and his Agents strove of late,
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To overthrow both our Church and State;
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'Tis true we beheld their base intent,
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But for the present could not prevent
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The fatal designs which they had laid,
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Until the Gallant Prince came to our Aid.
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The Jesuits they came to our Land,
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And labour'd to get the upper hand;
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The Clergy of England they abus'd,
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Whle they their Mass and Trinkets us'd;
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But now they are utterly dismay'd,
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Brave Orange is come unto our Aid.
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Pray what can such Religion be,
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Which does delight in Massacree?
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And shedding of the blood of those,
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Who doth not in the least oppose;
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Yet they the Land would have betray'd,
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Had not the Valiant Prince come to our Aid.
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They thought our Souldiers they would Fight
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In bloody Field, with Armour bright;
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For to maintain the Romans Cause,
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Against our Conscience, Lives, and Laws,
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So we might all have been betray'd,
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Had not the Valiant Prince come to our Aid.
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The Lords and chief Nobility,
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Who did these Fatal Dangers see,
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Resolved not to stand the Field,
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Where needless Blood might have been spill'd:
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Each Souldier Sheath'd his Massy Blade,
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And went in to the Princes Aid.
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You Jesuits and Priests, what can you say,
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That to your Beads and false Gods Pray?
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We very well do understand,
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You liv'd upon the Fat o'th Land;
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And yet you would our Lives Invade.
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Had not the Valiant Prince come to our Aid.
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Surely the POPE he is partaker
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With some Butcher or Black-Pudding-maker:
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He thrists so after Protestant Blood,
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That nothing else can do him good:
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By Jesuits we had been betray'd,
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Had not the Valiant Prince come to our Aid.
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And Old Father Peters he was one,
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Desir'd to see us Overthrown;
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That Jesuits they might bear the Sway,
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But now they are glad to run away;
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To tarry here they are afraid,
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Because our gallant Prince came to our Aid.
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The Mass-House in City and Town,
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Are some demolish'd, and some pull'd down:
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Was ever Jesuits so Cross'd!
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Their Charge and Labour all is lost:
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The Young-men they much Havock made,
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When the gallant Prince came to our Aid.
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Their Wooden Images they Burn'd,
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And Crosses they to Ashes turn'd;
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They vow'd to have no Masses more,
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But would pull down the Scarlet Whore:
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So shall we all be Happy made,
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Our Gallant Prince he still will be our Aid.
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FINIS.
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