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Or, A Commemoration of the Fifth of November, giving a Hitory of the Attempt, made by the Papihes, to blow up KING and PARLIAMENT, A. D. 1588. Together with ome Account of the POPE himelf, and his Wife JOAN; with everal other Things worthy of Notice, too tedious to mention.

UZZA! brave Boys, behold the Pope,

Pretender and Old-Nick;

How they together lay their Heads,

To plot a poion Trick?

2. To blow up KING and PARLIAMENT

To Flitters, rent and torn:

''&mdash;Oh! blund'ring Poet, ince the Plot,''

Was this Pretender born.&mdash;

3. Yet, ure upon this famous Stage,

He's got together now;

And had he then, he'd been a Rogue

As bad as t'other two.

4. Come on, brave Youths, drag on your Pope

Let's ee his frightful Phiz:

Let's view his Features rough and fierce,

That Map of Uglines!

5. Ditorted Joints, so huge and broad!

So horribly dret up!

'Twould puzzle Self to tell,

The Dl from the Pope.

6. See! how He Shakes his tot'ring Head

And knocks his paly Knees;

A Proof He is the Scarlet Whore,

And got the foul Dieae.

7. Most terrible for to behold,

He Stinks much wore then Rum:

Here, you behold the Pope, and here

Old Harry in his Rome.

8. D'ye ak why Satan Stands behind?

Before he durt not go,

Becaue his Pride won't let him Stoop,

To kis the Pope's great Toe.

9. Old Boys, and young, be Sure oberve

The Fifth Day of November;

What tho' it is a Day apat?

You till can it remember.

10. The little Popes, they go out Firt,

With little teney Boys:

In Frolicks they are full of Gale

And laughing make a Noie.

11. The Girls run out to ee the Sight,

The Boys eke ev'ry one;

Along they are a dragging them,

With Granadier's Caps on.

12. The great Ones next go out, and meet

With many a Smart Rebuf:

They're hall'd along from Street to Street

And call hard Names enough.

13. "A Pagan, Jew, Mahometan,

Turk, Strumpet, Wizzard, Witch;"

In hort the Number of his Name's,

Six Hundred, Sixty-ix.

14. "How dreadful do his Features how?

"How fearful is his Grin?

"Made up of ev'ry Thing that's bad;

He is the Man of Sin.

15. If that his deeden Self could ee

Himelf o turn'd to Fun:

In Rage He'd tear out His Pope's Eyes,

And cratch his Rev'rend Bum.

16. He'd kick his tripple Crown about,

And weary of his Life,

He'd cure the Rabble, and away

He'd run to tell his Wife.

17. [Some Wits begin to cavil here

And laughing eem to query,

"How Pope hould have a Wife, and yet,

The Clergy never marry."

18. Laugh if you pleae, yet till I'm ure

If fale I'm not alone;

Pray Critic, did you never hear

Not read of fair Pope-Joan.]

19. "Help Joan! ee how I'm drag'd and bounc'd,

"Puru'd, urrounded,—Wife!

"And when I'm bang'd to Death, I hall

"Be barbacu'd alive."

20. Joan cry's, "Why in this Paion, Sir?

"And why o raving mad?

"You urely mut mitake the Cae,

"It cannot be o bad."

21. "You Fool! I aw it with my Eyes,

"I cannot be deceiv'd."

"Yes, but You told me t'other Day,

"Sight mut not be believ'd."

22. Aham'd, inrag'd, and mad, and vex'd,

He mutters ten Times more,

"I'll make a Bull, and my He-Cow

"Shall bellow, grunt and roar."

23. Oh! Pope, we pity thy ad Cae,

So dimal and forlorn!

We know that thou a Cuckold art,

For thou hat many an Horn.

24. And eke ev'n Heads he has alo.

Tho' but one on him ticks:

Ten Horns he in his Pocket puts,

And Heads no les than ix.

25. His Pockets full of Heads and Horns,

In's Hand he holds his Keys;

So down He bends beneath their Weight,

With Age, Shame and Dieae.

26. His End o near, each Cardinal

Quite old himelf would feign:

He tries to toop and cough that he

Might his Succeor reign.

27. And now, their Frolick to compleat,

They to the Mill-Dam go;

Burn Him to Nothing firt, and then

Plunge Him the Waves into.

28. But to conclude, from what we've heard,

With Pleaure erve that King:

Be not Pretenders, Papihes,

Nor Pope, nor t'other Thing.