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NARRATIVE.
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COme prick up your Ears, if they are not gone
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For this Deponent has lost his own;
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His Neck goes next tis Forty to one.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Now this Deponent doth depose,
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That he was once, one of the Kings Foes.
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But now, he thanks God, hes none of those,
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Sure our Deponent will lye.
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Next he swears there was Harry the Eight,
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Who was divorcd froms first Wife Kate,
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And that he cut off anothers Pate,
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Which nobody can deny.
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Even so, quoth he, I can witness bring,
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That the Queen did consent to the death of the King,
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But we are informd, there was no such thing,
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Sure our Deponent will lye.
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He swears that before the Tower of Babel,
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Cain knockd on the head his brother Abel;
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Here he swears to a Truth and not to a Fable;
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Which nobody can deny,
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Even so, quoth he, this bloody work,
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Was carryd on by his Brother of York,
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But his Highness is neither a Jew nor a Turk,
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For our Deponent will lye.
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He swears that once in Noahs time,
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There was a great Flood which brought a great, stream
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And all were drownd that could not swim,
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Which nobody can deny.
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And now, (God help us) were all in a Fright,
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He swears we might have been ruind quite,
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Our throats should all have been cut in the night.
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Sure our Deponent will lye.
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Farther he swears, that St. Peter from Heaven
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Had such an absolute power given,
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That who he pleasd were condemd or forgiven;
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Which nobody can deny.
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Even so, he swears that Commissions went out
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From the Pope, to raise both Horse and Foot,
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That whom they pleasd they might slash and cut,
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Sure our Deponent will lye.
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Somewhere or other St. Paul does aver,
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That an Oath puts an end to all bustle and strir,
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By which he confirms, that tis lawful to swear,
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Which nobody can deny.
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There was foolish swearing in former days,
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But our Deponent hath alterd the case,
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For has made more mischief than ever there was,
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Sure our Deponent will lye.
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