Here, Here, Here is Pig and Pork:
OR,
( A Catholick Tradit[io]n)
SHEW[I]NG
How a lustfull Roman Bore
Made a delicate Piggin Riggin a Catholick Whore;
Whereby you may see, if you are not stark blind,
That the Priests will never Marry while some Wives are so kind.
Giving an Account of a Father Wifely, the Popish Bishop of Kildare in Ireland,
and a Shop-keeper's Wife in High-street, Dublin.
To the Tune of Winchester Wedding. Licensed according to Order.
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IN Dublin was play'd such a Prank,
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the like was never seen,
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Between a full fed Priest
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and bonny black Ishabeen.
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He enjoin'd the Sinner a Pennace
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for some notorious Sin,
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And made poor Bessee uncase,
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unto her naked Skin.
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And when she naked was
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he laid on many a stroak,
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With his fat brawny fist,
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untill he made her back-side smoak.
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But when Confession was ended,
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he did as he was used;
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He fell to kissing and tickling,
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and playing with her Shoes.
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Untill his Catholick Engine was rais'd,
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then flat on the Bed, on her Back
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He laid her and gave her Instructions,
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till he made the Cords to crack.
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But a curse on the Heretick Noise,
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her Husband came in on the Alarm,
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And found his Wife enclos'd [in]
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the Reverend Fathers Arms.
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And now the warm Game begun,
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he threatn'd the Priest with his Stones,
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And with a good Cudgel belabour'd
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his Ghostly Reverend Bones.
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Thus having disabl'd the Stallion,
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and somewhat abated his Rage,
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He thought to put up the Matter
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and not bring his Name on the Stage.
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But dismist the lustfull Priest,
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and his Oath by the Mass,
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Of his silence and future forbearance
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of what had come to pass.
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Now you Catholick Bigots beware,
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it is high time for you to reform,
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Seeing the Priests be as other Men are,
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they are flesh and blood and full as warm.
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Do you think they can lead chast Lives,
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who are pamper'd and idle and fat?
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To be sure they lye with your Wives,
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their Confession is in order to that.
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For this Song is plain Matter of Fact,
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and every one of your Cases may be,
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And if you will not for Religion,
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yet th' hate of Cuckolding, flye Popery.
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