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 And our stout wooden walls, are
 * our sure guarantees. Sir;

Such are the golden days we now possess, Whatever were the days of good Q Bess

No Bigots rule the roast, now,
 * with persecution dire. Sit,

Burning zeal now no more heaps
 * the faggot on the fire. Sir:

No Bishop now can boil a
 * poor jew like a pigeon;

No barbecue Pagans like a
 * Pig, for Religion, Sır Such are, &c

Now, no legendary saint, robes
 * the lab'rer of one day, Sir,

Except now and then, when
 * he celebrates St Monday, Şir:

And good folks, ev'ry Sabbath,
 * keep church without a pother, Sir,

By walking in all one door,
 * and stealing out at t'other, Sir Such are, &c

Then for dress-nodern Belles bear,
 * the belt beyond compare, Sir,

Though farthings and ruffs, are
 * got rather out of wear, Sir;

But when truss'd up like pullets,
 * whether fat, lean, or plump, Sir,

'Tis no matter, so they've got but
 * a merry thought & rump, Sir Such are, &c

Such promonteries, sure, may
 * be styl'd inaccessibles,