EBBA 31117

British Library - Roxburghe

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A NEW SONG.

DEAR Reverent sirs if I on you may call,

The advice that you give us is nothing at all,

Tho to you these few lines may appear somewhat odd,

Only think of the case now of good Doctor Dodd.

Whod think that the shepherd should lead us astray

When thumping the cushion and loudly would pray,

And tell us so gravely we all must fear God,

But the devil I fear will have good Doctor Dodd.

The lambs at the Magdalen good he would teach,

And turn up his eyes and against sin would preach,

If he seed you but smile why hed give you a nod,

The sanctified reverend good Doctor Dodd.

But money poor soul led the Doctor astray,

Four thousand two hundred good Lord let us pray

That the Doctor himself may receive his reward,

And Jack-ketch poor soul tuck him up in a cord.

When before my lord Mayor his defence he did make,

The tears flowd so fast, he hardly could speak,

Let mercy rule justice in that youll serve god,

So great was the prayers of the good Doctor Dodd.

Robinson the Broker here made his defence,

Do me justice good doctor prove my innocence,

I do, I do, I do, then heaving a sob,

So penitent truly is good Doctor Dodd.

But for trial alas! the good Doctor is sent,

For forgery a halter must be the event,

For a time the[r]e well leave him to feast on salt cod

May all rogues have their due, so I wish Doctor Dodd.