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F all the arts the De'il did ſhew,

His maſster piece I Pop'ry view,

For being himſelf with Heaven at odds,

He taught them firſt to eat their Gods!

Which wicked, falſe and cunning trick,

Was firſt invented by Old Nick!

Fal lal, fa la, &c.

Thy ſay the Pope can pardon Sin,

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 talk,

As long's his Mafter, Devil, can,

Unthinking mortals thus trapan. &c.

Yes, work enough that's very ſure:

But what becomes of all that's poor?

To Purgatory trip muſt they;

Unleſs with bribes the Prieſt you pay:

And there they lie a thouſand year,

The leaſt he'll take's a pack of bear.

The Porter too muſt have his groat;

Or then he'll take you by the throat,

And a wax candle there muſt be,

Through Purgatory for to ſee.

Firſt to be ſure to get them money:

They'd work for that if they work any!