NEWS FROM
LONDON-DERRY
In a PACKET of
Advice from Room.
It was sent over by the Pope , to the Earl of Tyrconnel ; late Commander of
the Catholick Army: Containing many Wonderful Lyes, Damnable Cheats,
and False Promises, to the Protestants of England .
To the Tune of, The Begger with the Wooden Leg .
Lycensed, and Entered according to Order.
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YOU Protestants of England ,
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you greatly are to blame;
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For slighting of your Mother Church ,
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and bringing her to shame.
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But a Cursing we will goe, will goe, will goe,
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and a Cursing we will goe.
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We sent you o're a Popish Queen,
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a Hocus Prince of Wales :
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But all our Projects seem to you,
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but Idle Tricks and Tales,
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But a Cursing we will goe, will goe, will goe,
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and a Cursing we will goe.
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But would the English Noble-men,
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with all their Gentry goe,
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And stoop unto His Highness ,
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and Kiss his Little Toe,
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Then a Blessing we would come , etc.
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We'll send you o're to England ,
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both Relicks, Pardons, Beads;
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A Bushel of St. Peter 's Teeth,
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and Twenty of his Heads.
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And a Blessing we will come , etc.
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We'll Sell you sweet Indulgences,
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and by the Beat of Drum,
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We'll Pardon your Iniquities,
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past, present, and to come.
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And a Blessing we will come , etc.
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Then you may Drink, and you may Swear,
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both M urder, Steal and Whore;
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And the Devil is within the Rogue
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that can desire for more.
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And a Blessing we will come , etc.
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And if your Friends have been detain'd
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in Purgatory long;
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We'll set them free for Twenty pence,
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and save them by a Song,
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And a Singing we will goe , etc.
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We'll teach you Bestiality,
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to Pater Noster say.
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The use of Holy Water , and
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to Images to Pray,
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And a Conjuring we will come , etc.
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We'll show you how you may exceed,
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all Herreticks , by odds;
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And make of one small Loaf of Bread,
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a pound of Popish Gods ,
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And a Lying we will come , etc.
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But if you'll not do, what the Pope,
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so humbly doth require,
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He'll come and plead his Interest,
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with Faggot and with Fire,
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And a Burning we will come , etc.
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The Bonny Clabbor-Cut-Throats ,
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That's cruel, and far worse,
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Will muster up an Army,
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of Bog-trotting Horse,
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And a Fighting we will come , etc.
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Then every sweet and Dear Joy ,
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with Patrick and with Teague ,
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Will batter down the London -Walls,
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and level quite the Hague .
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And a Plundering we will goe , etc.
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Then take advice, and bow before
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His Holiness 's Feet;
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Both Hug and Kiss them with poor Lips
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Tho' Sweaty still they're Sweet.
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And a Kissing we will goe , etc.
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And quickly send a Post to Rome ,
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That Catholicks may know,
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If any that are English men
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will stoop before his Toe,
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And a stooping they must goe, must goe, must goe,
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and a stooping they must goe .
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