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No friendly help, alas! was nigh, Save a poor monk, who quickly ran To snatch from death the drowning man: But when the holy father saw A limb of the Mosaic Law, His outstretch'd hand he quick withdrew: For Heaven's sake, help! exclaims the jew! Turn Christian first, the father cries: I'm froze to death, the Jew replies. Froze! quoth the monk; too soon you'll know, There's fire enough for Jews below, Renounce your unbelieving crew, And help is near. I do, I do! D--n all your brethren, great and small. With all my heart; Oh, d--n 'em all! Now help me out. There's one thing more; Salute this cross, and Christ adore! 'Tis well, Thus armed, defiance bid to hell, And yet another thing remains, Do guard against eternal pains; Do you our papal father hold Heav'n's vicar, and believe all told By holy church? I do, by G-d! One moment more I'm food for cod! Drag, drag me out, I freeze, I die! Your peace, my friend is made on high: Full absolution here I give: Saint Peter will your soul receive Wash'd clean from sin, and duly shriven, New converts always go to heaven; No hour for death so fit as this: Thus, thus, I launch you into bliss! His conyert launch'd beneath the ice.