A New Ballad, called,
The Protestants Prophesie.
Wherein is Plainly set forth the Difficulty of Clearing our Native Country, of those that Infest
us, called PAPISTS. To the Tune of, When Covetousness out of England will run.
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COme hearken to me whilst the truth I do write,
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For in telling of Lies, I take no Delight;
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Now fain would I tell you, since I have begun;
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When Popery out of this Nation will run.
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When Misers do Money refuse and deny,
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When the Monuments top shall reach to the sky:
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When the Moon is as big, & more bright then the Sun,
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then Popery out of this Nation will run.
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& when ye shall see two Monks Poyson the Fryers,
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Because they are both Deceitful and Lyers:
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when the Subjects of England shall all be as one,
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then Popery out of this Nation will run.
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And when ye shall see the Duke of Lorrain,
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Be begg'd to receive his Country again:
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when the French King surrenders all that he hath won,
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then Popery out of this Nation will run.
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when you see a Pismire swallow a whale,
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And when the salt Sea shall be filled with Ale:
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when men shall rejoyce that they'r broke and undone
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then Popery, etc.
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when there is not a whore to be found in this Land,
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And dumb men shall speak that ye may understand:
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when ye read of Laws made e're the world was be-gun,
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then Popery, etc.
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WHen silver & gold shall be nothing esteem'd,
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& christian-slaves by fair words be redeem'd
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when Sack down the Channels like water shall run
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then Popery out of this Land will be gone.
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when Jews shall Eat Swines-flesh as other men do,
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And High-way-men they shall be honest and true:
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when the Pope can forgive us our sins e'ry one;
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then Popery, etc.
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And when ye shall see the Sun rise in the South,
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And Men shall Eat Victuals that has not a Mouth:
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when the stars from the sky shall fall every one,
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then Popery, etc.
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when Apples and Pears shall grow on the Bryers,
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And Meat shall be Roasted without any Fires:
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And Poor Men to Prisons for Maintainance come,
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Then Popery, etc.
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when the Fish of the sea shall flye in the ayr,
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& Men shall wear wiggs that are made without hair
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when all sorts of silks shall by Munkeys be spun,
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then Popery, etc.
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when Horses shall Run without any Leggs,
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when Hens shall draw Carts, and Oxon lay Eggs:
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when gamesters refuse to take what they have won
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then Popery, etc.
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when News-Mongers they do refuse the great gain
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That comes by their pamplets, though they are pro-phane:
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And women at Christnings they hold their tongue,
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then Popery out of this Land will be gone.
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