[F]ather Peters Policy Discoverd; Or, the
P------ of Wales Prov'd a P----- Perkin.
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IN Rome there is a most fearful Rout,
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And what do you think it is about
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Because the Birth of the Babe's come out.
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Sing Lulla by Babee, By, by, by.
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The Jesuits Swear the Mid-wife told tales,
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And ruin'd his Highness the Prince of Wales,
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She's a Jade for her pains Cutsplutter-anails.
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Sing Lulla by Babee, by, by, by.
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The Popish Crew did all protest,
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That twenty great Men would Swear at least,
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They see his Welch Highness creep out of his Nest.
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Sing Lulla by Babee, by, by, by.
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The Goggle-Ey'd Monster in the Tower,
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He peep'd at his Birth for above an hour,
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And 'twas a true Prince of Wales he Swore.
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Sing Lulla by Babee, by, by, by.
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Another great Lord, both Grave and Wise,
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Stood peeping between Her M-------- T-------;
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He look'd through a Glass for to save his Eyes.
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Sing Lully by Babee, by, by, by.
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Both were so well satisfy'd,
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They knew the sweet Babe from a thousand they cry'd,
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'Twas born with the Print of a Tile on his side.
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Sing Lulla by Babee, by, by, by.
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Some say 'tis a Prince of Wales by Right,
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And those that deny it, 'tis out of Spight;
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But God send the Mother came honestly by't.
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Sing Lulla by Babee, by, by, by.
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Some Priest they say crept nigh her Honour,
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And sprinkled some good Holy Water upon Her,
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Which made her conceive of what has undone Her.
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Sing Lulla by Babee, by, by, by.
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The Papists thought themselves greatly blest,
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Before the Young Babe was brought to the Test;
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But now they call Peters a Fool of a Priest.
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Sing Lulla by Babee, by, by, by.
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The Priests in order to fly to the Pope,
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Are got on Board of the Foreign Hope,
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For all that stay here will be sure of a Rope.
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Sing Lulla by Babee, by, by, by.
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