The Jesuites Market,
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A General Sale of Popish Relicks, at the Savoy, upon the Priests
breaking up their School and Chappel. Tune of, Old Simon the King .
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LAst Sunday I met by chance
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a man of upright Conversation;
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His Name, if you'l know it was Prance ,
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the Saviour once of the Nation:
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Says he, if you'r willing to go,
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and lay out your Silver and Gold,
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I'le carry you to see a fine Show,
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where some Reliques are to be sold.
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All you that have Money to spare ,
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i [' ]th nick of time are come ,
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We're ready for sale , and will use you well ,
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Come buy my fine Reliques of Rome.
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Along with him I went,
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for Sixpence the man let me in,
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With heat I was almost spent,
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before the rare Show did begin:
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The Curtain the Show did discover,
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A Priest, who most piously bow'd,
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And crost himself over and over,
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then spoke to the penitent Crowd.
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All you, etc.
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Here is St. James his Bottle,
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with the Pilgri ms Habit he wore;
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It holds at least a pottle,
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or else i'm the Son of a Wh----
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Here is a piece of the Bag
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which Judas the money did bear in;
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By Age it is turn'd to a Rag,
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for all things are the worse for the wearing
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All you, etc.
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Here is St. Josephs Coat,
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its plainness shews no pride;
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He wore it, though not worth a Groat
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that day that he married his Bride.
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His Breeches besides here are,
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come buy the whole Suit if you please,
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Though they'r but a plain Leather pair,
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here's a good pair of strings at the knees.
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All you, etc.
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Here is likewise the Gall of a Saint,
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it's good against Fits of the Mother ,
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Or any such persons as saint
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it will cure as well as the other:
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Here is Pope Joans good Prayer,
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which she to the Church has given,
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But say it three times in a year,
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and 'twil surely convey you to Heaven
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All you , etc.
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Here is our Blest Ladies old Shooe,
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it cures both Kibe and Corn;
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Heretofore in old time it was new,
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though the Latchets a little are torn,
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Here's enough of the Fish and the Bread
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for to dine any hungry Sinner,
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That was left when Five Thousand were fed,
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which our Saviour invited to dinner.
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All you , etc.
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Here is His Holiness Beard,
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which Hereticks call Pope Joan ;
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It was his own Hair I dare swear,
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or else I am sure he had none:
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Its Vertue is known to be such,
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if it touch Head or Face, or elsewhere,
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It restores again Hair very much,
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tho' with Age or with Action grown bare.
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All you, etc.
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Here is likewise St. Christophers Boot,
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which he wore when he ply'd at the ferry
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And bore on his back his Lord o're,
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for the poor man had ne'r a Wherry.
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It will please such as use the Seas,
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for its parallel never was found;
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If you buy it and once but try it,
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you'l ne'r whilst you live be drownd.
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All you, etc.
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Here's more, which we cannot show,
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which lye all conceal'd in this Hamper
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Pray buy 'em before I go,
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for to morrow by Heaven i'le scamper,
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I surely am hanged if I stay,
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yet know not which way to be trudging;
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Come buy all my Trinkets today,
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for at night I must seek a new lodging.
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All you, etc.
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This is not a time to jest,
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now we're baulk'd of our great expectation,
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Before I'le be hang'd for a Priest,
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I le steal privately out of the Nation.
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Now could I but [l]ight on by chance
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some Vessel that would be so civil,
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To waft me safe over to France ,
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so my Chapmen were all at the Devil .
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All you that have Money to spare,
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i'th nick of time are come,
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We're ready for sale, and will use you well,
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come buy my fine Reliques of Rome.
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