THE Pope in a Passion; OR, Bad News for England.
Which was sent in a Pacquet of Advice from Rome, by Cardinal Howard, to the Popes Nuncio; but miscarrying, is now Published to prevent Danger.
To the Tune of, O brave Oliver, or O brave Popery, &c.
I.
THE Catholick Post, that came lately to Town,
Doth tell that the Pope, with his high Triple Crown,
The totestant Churches will quickly pull down:
Sin hey brave Catholicks, O rare Catholicks, O
Fin [...] Catholicks, Excellent Catholicks, O!
II.
The No [...]les of England must all in a row,
Buy Pardons, and stoop to his Holiness Toe;
Or by Bell, Book and Candle, to Pot they must go:
Sing hey brave, &c.
III.
The Catholick King, with our Neighbour of France,
Will rig an Armado with Musquet and Lance;
But th' orange will teach the proud Lilly to Dance:
Sing hey brave, &c.
IV.
The great Irish Cut-throat; Tyrconnel, that's worse,
That drinks Bonny-Clabbor, and Swears by the Cross,
Will Muster an Army of Bog-trotting Horse:
Sing hey brave, &c.
V.
Then Bryan and Patrick, with Morice and Teague,
Will batter down London, and level the Hague;
They'll strip you quite naked, and force you to beg;
Sing hey brave, &c.
VI.
The hopeful young Innocent Prince of the Scots,
Or Wales, (chose you either) by Jesuit Sots,
And old Father Peters will Plague you with Plots:
Sing hey brave, &c.
VII.
His Holiness swears by his God in the Host,
(Before to his Kinsman three Kingdoms be lost)
He'll Conjure by Spells up Mazareen's Ghost:
Sing hey brave, &c.
VIII.
He wisely will vanquish you, tell you right down,
That the P. of W. right (tho' himself were a Clown)
Is as good as Lodvick's was to the French Crown:
Sing hey brave, &c.
IX.
Submit then in time to his Holiness Feet.
Both hug them, and kiss them, they're soft and they're sweet,
His Yoak is but easie, his Words are discreet:
Sing hey brave, &c.
X.
He'll fend yon a Preset.
A Bushel of Peter's Tet of Relicks and Beads,
With papess Joan's Pleth, two of his Heads, ket, and Nuns that are Maids:
Sing hey brave, &c.
XI.
He'll sell you Indulgences,
He'll pardon your sins, whaave you at last,
He'll teach you the cafiest way to come, and wha'ts past, [...]ow to fast:
sing hey brave, &c.
XII.
He'll send you St. Anthony's Fart in a bag,
With Milk in a Bottle, and Hair in a Rag,
Which have been long kept by the old Scarlet Hag:
Sing hey brave, &c.
XIII.
He'll liberty give you to Rogue and to Whore,
To Drink, and to Rant, to Swear and to Roar,
And the Devil is in you, if you desire more:
sing hey brave, &c.
XIV.
But if you'll not do what the Pope doth require,
He'll come with his Clergy in Scarlet attire,
And teach you good Breeding with Faggot and Fire:
sing hey, &c.
XV.
The Papists are Cruel, for they that eat Gods
Must needs have strong Stomachs, and likewise the odds,
They'll poison your Pulpits, and whip you with Rods:
sing hey brave Catholicks, O rare Catholicks, ho
Fine Carholicks, Excellent Catholicks, O!