THE
SAINT turn'd SINNER;
Or, the Dissenting Parson's Text under the Quakers Petticoats.
Tune of a Soldier and a Saylor.
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YOU Friends to Reformation,
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Give Ear to my Relation,
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For I shall now declare Sir,
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Before you are aware Sir,
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The matter very plain,
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The matter very plain
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A Gospel Cushion thumper,
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Who dearly lov'd a Bumper,
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And something else beside Sir,
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If he is not bely'd Sir,
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This was a holy Guide Sir,
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For the Dissenting Train.
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And for to tell you truly,
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His Flesh was so unruly
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He cou'd not for his Life Sir,
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Pass by the Draper's Wife Sir,
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The Spirit was so faint.
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The Spirit was so faint.
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This jolly handsome Quaker,
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As he did overtake her,
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She made his Mouth to Water,
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And thought long to be at her,
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Such Sin is no great matter,
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Accounted by a Saint.
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(Says he) my pretty Creature,
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Your charming handsome Feature,
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Has set me all on Fire
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You know what I desire,
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There is no harm in Love.
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Quoth she, if that's your Notion,
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To Preach up such Devotion,
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Such hopeful Guides as you Sir,
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Will half the World undo sir,
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A Halter is your due sir,
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If you such Tricks approve.
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The Parson still more eager,
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Than lustful Turk or Neger,
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Took up her lower Garment,
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And said there was no harm in't,
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According to the Text.
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For Solomon more Wiser,
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Than any dull adviser,
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Had many Hundred Misses,
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And why shou'd such as this is,
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Make you so sadly vext.
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The frighted Female Quaker
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Perceiv'd what he wou'd make her,
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Was forc'd to call the Watch in,
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And stop what he was hatching,
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To spoil the Light within,
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To spoil the Light within.
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They came to her Assistance,
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As she did make Resistance,
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Against the Priest and Devil,
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The Actors of all Evil,
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Who were so grand uncivil,
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To tempt a Saint to sin.
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The Parson then confounded,
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To see himself surrounded,
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With Mob and sturdy Watch-men,
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Whose Business 'tis to catch Men,
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In leudness with a Punk,
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In leudness with a Punk.
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He made some faint Excuses,
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And all to hide Abuses,
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In taking up the Linen,
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Against the Saints Opinion,
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Within her soft Dominion,
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Alledging he was Drunk.
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But tho' he feigned reeling,
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They made him pay for feeling,
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And Lugg'd him to a Prison,
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To bring him to his Reason,
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Which he had lost before,
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Which he had lost before.
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And thus we see how Preachers
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That should be Gospel-Teachers,
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How they are strangely blinded,
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And are so fleshly minded,
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Like Carnal Men inclined,
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To lie with any Whore.
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