A NEW SONG
On the DEATH of the Old POPE
AND ON
KING JAMES's ELECTION
TO BE
Pope of Rome.
Tune of, Billy and Mally. With Allowance.
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GOod People all, I pray give Ear,
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unto my real Story,
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'Tis News as true as er'e you heard,
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and much for James's Glory.
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To shew that Rome is kind to Him,
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as he to Rome before;
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And that 'tis not Impossible
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to make a Man a Whore.
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Nor think that this a Riddle is,
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for 'tis Expounded soon;
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Since Popes are Men, and Popes you know,
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are Whores of Babylon.
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And now Attend unto my News,
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which came by the last Post;
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The Penny that you Spend for this,
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be sure will ne're be lost.
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You then that are so hot for James,
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your Fond Attempts forbear;
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For he has only lost Three Crowns,
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to Sit in Peter's Chair.
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And won't it be more Honour far,
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to be a Pope of Rome,
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Then Live in Exile all his Days,
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which else will be his Doom.
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Now you must know the Pope lies Sick,
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ne're likely to Recover,
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And Jemmy Transub---puts in his Claim
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by Treaty made at Dover.
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Where 'twas Agreed, that if the Pope
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should Die before his Brother,
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That then the Cardinals should Choose
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His Highness for another.
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As Pudding-pat for Fryars Mouth,
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it luckily falls out
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That there's the Holy Throne now void
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for Jemmy the Devout.
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For this the Cardinals did meet,
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and Solemnly Agreed,
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To send a Nuntio to King James
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to Post to Rome with Speed.
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So great a Thing, the Conclave cry'd,
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was never seen at Rome,
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A Crowned King in Peter's Chair,
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and Lord of Christendom.
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Therefore the Nuntio him besought
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to rise from London-Derry,
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And leave his Fumbling for a Town
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that was not worth a Cherry.
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Make hast to Rome, where you will find
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the Conclave all your Friends,
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For your Great Loss, for their dear Sakes,
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to make you full Amends.
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Your Princely Babe, Loretto's Blessing,
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is Ripe for a Red Had,
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And for your Queens Deserts, you ought
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to Cannonize her Tw----t.
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For their good Service then you may,
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to Places High Advance,
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Your Peters and your Dada both,
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and eke La Chaise in France;
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For well you know you are not able
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with Schomberg for to deal;
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And therefore what you want in Courage.
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supply in Works of Zeal.
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King Jemmy heard this Grave Proposal,
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and lik't it wonderous we'll,
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Cuds Life, quo he, make me but Pope,
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let Ireland go to the Dee'l.
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To tell you Truth, I have no Faith
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in this same Irish Church,
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Which makes me fear that in the End,
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they'l leave me in the Lurch.
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Go Nuncio back, and tell my Friends,
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I'le come, as soon I may;
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As soon as I can Ship my Gold,
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and safely get away;
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For tell 'em, I shall bring along,
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the Devil and all in Cash,
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As having Glean'd the Teagues of all
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but a little Copper Trash.
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