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UR brethren of England, who love us so dear, And in all they do for us so kindly do mean, (A blessing upon them!) have sent us this year For the good of our church, a true English dean. A holier priest ne'er was wrapt up in crape, The worst you can say, he committed a rape.

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In his journey to Dublin, he lighted at Chester, And there he grew fond of another man's wife; Burst into her chamber, and would have caress'd her; But she valued her honour much more than her life. She bustled, and struggled, and made her escape To a room full of guests, for fear of a rape.

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The dean he pursued, to recover his game; And now to attack her again he prepares: But the company stood in defence of the dame, They cudgell'd, and cuft him, and kick'd him down stairs. His deanship was now in a damnable scrape, And this was no time for committing a rape. IV. To