The PROTESTANTS SWEET ORANGE: OR, Sower Sawce for Popery.
To a pleasant New Tune, or
Fuddle boys.
[...]
[1]
LEt
Rome no more Jest
At the Protestant Test,
And swear all our Souls are confounded;
Taking wonderful pains,
And puzzling their Brains
How to damn
England's Church and the
Roundhead.
Now Orange
drives Popery out of the town,
For debauching our Nation he'l pluck the Whore down.
[2]
But now we'll take care
Of their Catholick snare,
And scorn both the Priest and his Wafer;
And as for their Mass,
'Tis a Fart of my A—,
Common-prayers are abundantly safer.
Now Orange, &c.
[3]
Let the
Pope and his Bulls
Cheat papistical culls,
Who deluded are by Absolutions,
Whilst we have more sence
Than to pay
Peter pence,
Or submit to their canting delusions.
Now Orange, &c.
[4]
Let Priestcraft be damn'd,
And their policies shamm'd,
E're we will believe the false story
preach'd up by dull fools,
Who impose upon Souls
To believe there is a
Purgatory.
Now Orange
drives Popery out of the town
For debauching the Nation he'l pluck the Whore down.
[5]
Some said we should turn
Or else we should burn,
But who's such a fool to turn
Roman?
For the
Pope out of fear,
Since
Orange came here,
Is surely turn'd
Muggletonian.
Now Orange
drives Popery out of the town.
For debauching our Nation he'l pluck the Whore down.
[6]
Then woe to your Beads,
And your multiply'd Creeds,
O ye
Romans, The Devil must have ye;
For now
Oranges is come
To challenge all
Rome,
And there's no holy VVater can save ye.
Now Orange, &c.
[7]
Oh now do you wish
Old Nick had the Fish
That on your Fast-daies you have eaten;
And the
Romish sound thumps
You have had on your Rumps,
VVhen you for your pennance was beaten.
Now Orange
drives Popery out of the Town,
For debauching our Nation he'l pluck the Whore down.
FINIS
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