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 20 PADY FROM CORK.

Pady. Yet that it was, but I carried it always about with me when at home, my ſweet croſs upon my dear breaſt bound to my blest button hole.

Tom. And what manner of worſhip did you perform by that.

Pady. Why adored my croſt, the pope and the preiſt curſed Oliver as black as a crow, and ſwears myſelf a cut-throat againſt all proteſtants and church of England-men.

Tom. And what is the matter, but you would be a church of England man, or a Scotch Preſbyterian yourſelf Pady.

Pady Becauſe it is unnatural for an Iriſhman, but had ſhaint Patrick, been a Preſbyterian, I had been the ſame.

Tom. And for what reaſon would you be a Preſbyterian then, Pady.

Pady. Becauſe they have liberty to cat fleſh in Lent, and every thing that is fit for the belly.

Tom. What Pady, are you ſuch a lover of fleſh that you would change your profeſſion for it.

Pady. O yes that's what, I would, I love fleſh of all kinds, ſheep's beef ſwine's mutton, hares fleſh, and hen's veniſion; but our religion is one of the hungrieſt in all the world, ah! but it makes my teeth to weep and my belly to water, when I ſee the Scots Preſbyterian's and Engliſh churchmen, in time of Lent, feeding upon bull's baſtards, and ſheeps young children.

Tom. Why, Pady, do you ſay the bull his a fornicator, and gets baſtards?

Pady. Arra dear shoy, I never ſaw the cow and her husband all the days of my life, nor yet before I was born, going to the church to be married, and what then can his ſons and daughters be but baſtards.

Tom. O Pady, Pady, the cow is but a cow and ſo are you; but what reward will you get when you are dead, for puniſhing your belly ſo while you are alive.

Pady. By ſhaint Patrick I will live like a king, when I am dead, for I will neither die for meat nor drink.

Tom. What Pady, do you think that you are to come alive again when you are dead?

Pady. O yes, we that are true Roman Catholi