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EXPLANATION.
To the Tune of, Hey Boys up go we.
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I.
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OUr Priests in holy Pilgrimage,
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Quite through the Land have gon,
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Surveying each Religious House
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Of Abbot, Fryer, and Nun:
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The yearly Rent,
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And full Extent
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Of everyone they know;
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And in whose hands
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Are all our Lands
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As ancient Writers show.
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II.
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Those Places all shall be restor'd,
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As in short time you'll hear;
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I know the Man has past his Word,
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Of which you need not fear:
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He did ne'er evade
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One Promise made,
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Nor fail'd a Friend in Woe;
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But when 'twill be,
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Nor I, nor he,
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Nor the Devil himself does know.
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III.
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Religious Men shall hither haste,
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Their Zeal shall make 'em run;
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The Jesui'ts shall your Wives keep Chaste,
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Each Fryer Confess his Nun:
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The Men shall Shrive,
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The Women Sw---ve
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So all shall be forgiven,
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Your Daughters Whore,
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Then quit their Score,
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And make 'em fit for Heaven.
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IV.
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For Lady Abbess shall appear
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An old Flux'd Bawd or Punk,
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Has F---k'd and B---gger'd Threescore years,
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Talk'd Bawdy, and been Drunk,
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Religious Puns
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To teach the Nuns
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Committed to her Charge;
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And mortifie
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Their Lechery,
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As Nature does enlarge.
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V.
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The Vestals all shall Virgins be
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That never went astray,
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Have been train'd up Religiously
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The clean contrary way:
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In Julians Song
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For Whoring long,
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Tho' oft they've noted bin;
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Nature of Force
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Will have its Course,
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all but Venial Sin.
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VI.
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Your Colleges shall be our own,
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As Vacancy does fall;
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We'll strip each Doctor of his Gown,
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The Parsons turn out all:
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Ther Revenues great,
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With pleasant Seat,
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The Church to us has given,
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To sing you Mass,
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Confess each Ass,
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And make you fit for Heaven.
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VII.
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Nor will we any longer wait,
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After such Notice given;
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Nor shall they in the Pulpits prate,
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Or teach the way to Heaven:
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our Province
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You to convince;
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Our Arguments shall be,
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Without dispute
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To make you mute,
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Then, Hey Boys, up go we.
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VII.
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Now, Hereticks, consider well
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The Game you have to play;
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You yet may keep on this side Hell,
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If warn'd by what we say:
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But e'er your Lands
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Shall 'scape our Hands,
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Which have been long our due;
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We'll Stab, we'll Shoot,
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And Damn to boot,
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Then, Hey Boys, up go you.
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