The POPES Pedigree:
Or, the twineing of a Wheelband, shewing the rise and first Pedigrees of Mortals inhabit-
ing beneath the Moon. Being a most pleasant and new Song.
It is a well twined Wheelband,
The like whereof you never heard,
But now shall plainly understand
The twineing of the Wheelband.
To a pleasant new Tune, Or, London is a brave Town.
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A Begger got a Beadle,
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a Beadle got a Yeomen,
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A Yeoman got a Prentice
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a Prentice got a Freeman,
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A Freeman got a Master,
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a Master got a Lass,
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On her was got a Gentleman
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a Justice of the Peace.
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So twind the Wheelband,
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the well twind Wheelband,
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The like whereof you never heard
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the twineing of the Wheelband
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The Justice he was rich
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and noble in desire,
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He married with a Lady,
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and so begat a Squire,
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The Squire got a Knight
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who is Country quire forsook,
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To travel into France
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and there begat a Duke.
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So twind the Wheelband,
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the well twind wheelband,
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The like whereof you never heard,
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the twineing of the wheelband.
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The Duke begat a Prince,
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the Prince a King of hope,
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The King begat the Emperor,
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the Emperor got the Pope.
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The Pope begat a Fryer,
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the Fryer begot the Nun,
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And so you may hear
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how their Pedigrees begun,
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Tis a well twind wheelband,
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the like whereof you never heard,
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But now shall plainly understand,
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the twineing of this wheelband.
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The Nun she chancd to slumber,
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and laying bare her Rump,
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The bastd pate Fryer bobd her,
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and so begat a Monk,
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The Monk begat a Daughter
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who could both lye and huff,
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She married to a Barrister,
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and quickly got a Ruff.
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So twind etc,
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The Ruff it took good counsel,
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good counsel got a Fee,
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The Fee begot a Serjant,
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thus runs the Pedigree.
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The Serjant got a triple cap
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which a good Lawyer spoild,
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By getting ease and Gout,
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he once more got a child.
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So twins etc.
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A Dog he got a Bayliff,
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who Cerbrus like could roar,
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And dayly hunt a bout the Town
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to terrify the poor,
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The Bayliff got a Turnkey,
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the Turnkey got a Jaylor,
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Who hell-hound like do suck the blood
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of those the Bums do hail there.
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So twines etc,
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The Jaylor got an under Sheriff,
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the under got an upper,
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Who can fright a Country town
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by shaking of his crupper,
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He married to a Virgin
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that was of some renown,
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And plying on her briskly
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begot a Scarlet Gown,
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So twind etc.
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The Gown is got a Merchant
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who sending Ships to Sea,
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By bringing ore uncustomd Goods,
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grew rich immediately,
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He strideing of a Boat Swains wife,
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a brave Lieutenant got,
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Who became a Captain
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by fighting very hot,
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So twind etc,
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The Captain got a Collonel,
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the Collonel he was tall,
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And by leaping trenches
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became a General
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The General was eoger
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in pursuit of fame,
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And in a little space
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begat a dreadful name,
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So twined etc.
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And thus may you see now
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how are since Adams time
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The Pedigrees ran round
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as the Wheelband did twine,
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From the lowest to the highest
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and then back again,
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In continual motion
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this Wheelband does remain,
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So merrily twind the wheelband
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the well twined wheelband,
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By this you may plainly understand
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the twineing of this wheelband.
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