The PROTESTANTS
SWEET ORANGE:
OR,
Sower Sawce for Popery.
To a pleasant New Tune, or Fuddle boys.
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[1]
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LEt Rome no more Jest
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At the Protestant Test,
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And swear all our Souls are confounded;
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Taking wonderful pains,
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And puzzling their Brains
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How to damn Englands Church and the Roundhead.
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Now Orange drives Popery out of the town,
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For debauching our Nation he'l pluck the Whore down.
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[2]
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But now we'll take care
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Of their Catholick snare,
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And scorn both the Priest and his Wafer;
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And as for their Mass,
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a Fart of my A---,
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Common-prayers are abundantly safer.
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Now Orange, etc.
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[3]
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Let the Pope and his Bulls
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Cheat papistical culls,
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Who deluded are by Absolutions,
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Whilst we have more sence
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Than to pay Peter pence,
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Or submit to their canting delusions.
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Now Orange, etc.
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Let Priestcraft be damn'd,
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And their policies shamm'd,
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E're we will believe the false story
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preach'd up by dull fools,
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Who impose upon Souls
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To believe there is a Purgatory.
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Now Orange drives Popery out of the town
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For debauching the Nation he'l pluck the Whore down.
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[5]
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Some said we should turn
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Or else we should burn,
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But who's such a fool to turn Roman?
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For the Pope out of fear,
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Since Orange came here,
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Is surely turn'd Muggletonian.
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Now Orange drives Popery out of the town,
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For debauching our Nation he'l pluck the Whore down.
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[6]
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Then woe to your Beads,
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And your multiply'd Creeds,
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O ye Romans, the Devil must have ye;
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For now Oranges is come
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To challenge all Rome,
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And there's no holy Water can save ye.
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Now Orange, etc.
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[7]
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Oh now do you wish
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Old Nick had the Fish
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That on your Fast-daies you have eaten;
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And the Romish found thumps
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You have had on your Rumps,
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When you for your pennance was beaten.
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Now Orange drives Popery out of the Town,
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For debauching our Nation he'l pluck the Whore down.
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