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Of all the arts the De'il did hew,

His Mater-piece I Pop'ry view;

For being himelf with Heaven at odds,

He taught them to eat their gods,

Which wicked fale and cunning trick,

Was firt by Old.

Fal al fa la,

They ay the Pope can pardon in,

If that be true we’ve need of him;

For there’s no fear but we'll get work,

For him and all his hellish folk,

As long’s his Mater Devil can,

Unthinking thus trapan.Fal &c.

Yes work enough that’s very ue:

But what becomes of all that’s poor,

To Purgatory trip mut ;

Unles bribes the Priet you ;

And there ly a thouand years.

The leat he'll tak's a peck o' bear.Fal &c.

The too mut have his groat;

Or then he'll take you by the.

And a wax candle there mut be

Through Purgatory there for to ,

Firt to be ure to get them money:

They'd work for they'd work for any,