Scotch Poetry Consisting of Songs, Odes, Anthems, and Epigrams. By Alexander Rodger |
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Priestcraft Exposed.
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Priestcraft Exposed.
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This Piece has no connection with the foregoing, its Author appears to have been an Irishman; it has been tacked on here as a fugitive Piece, and a Squib worth saving. The Reader must excuse the Anachronisms.
How the Parson must laugh in his sleeve,
With pleasure his heart must be skipping,
When he tells them that Adam and Eve
Damn'd us all for a fine golden pippin:
How Cain too he married a wife,
Though the story, I own, somewhat odd is,
When to Nod he had run for his life,
He there got a nation of Noddies.
With pleasure his heart must be skipping,
When he tells them that Adam and Eve
Damn'd us all for a fine golden pippin:
How Cain too he married a wife,
Though the story, I own, somewhat odd is,
When to Nod he had run for his life,
He there got a nation of Noddies.
When he talks about angels and such,
(Fine fellows, we all must allow,)
I should like for to meet, very much,
A few of those gentlefolks now:
If he tells me they're all of them dead,
So my brains I've no need to be troubling,
I'll tell him he lies, to his head,
For the Devil's alive, and in Dublin.
(Fine fellows, we all must allow,)
I should like for to meet, very much,
A few of those gentlefolks now:
If he tells me they're all of them dead,
So my brains I've no need to be troubling,
I'll tell him he lies, to his head,
For the Devil's alive, and in Dublin.
Then how Moses was dragged from a ditch,
That Prince of Impostors of old,
Who deserved to be burnt like a witch,
If half is but true that we're told;
He a camel turn'd into a flea
By the help of his magical rod;
Went dry through the midst of the sea,—
Now that's a damn'd good one, by God!
That Prince of Impostors of old,
Who deserved to be burnt like a witch,
If half is but true that we're told;
He a camel turn'd into a flea
By the help of his magical rod;
Went dry through the midst of the sea,—
Now that's a damn'd good one, by God!
How a stupid old fellow of Uz,
Was curs'd with a stupid old wife,
But so stupid's the tale, how it was,
I can't make it out for my life:
The Devil it seems ow'd him a spite,
And play'd him some devilish rigs,
Sent a legion of devils, one night,
Who play'd hell with his poultry and pigs.
Was curs'd with a stupid old wife,
But so stupid's the tale, how it was,
I can't make it out for my life:
The Devil it seems ow'd him a spite,
And play'd him some devilish rigs,
Sent a legion of devils, one night,
Who play'd hell with his poultry and pigs.
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Then Sampson, that quarrelsome fellow,
Slew a thousand men with a jaw-bone,
And to vex 'em, one night, when quite mellow,
Ran off with the gates of the town;
Their foxes he tied by the tails,
Tho' the devil a fox was e'er there:
Their windmills too went without sails,
And their castles were built in the air.
Slew a thousand men with a jaw-bone,
And to vex 'em, one night, when quite mellow,
Ran off with the gates of the town;
Their foxes he tied by the tails,
Tho' the devil a fox was e'er there:
Their windmills too went without sails,
And their castles were built in the air.
Little Davy killed giant Goliah,
With a pop-gun he sent him to pot,
Then murdered his friend, poor Uriah,
For the sake of his wife's, you know what!
His boy too, a chip of the block,
Had a house with a thousand or more in,
Sweet wenches, to please the young cock,
The devil himself sure for whoring.
With a pop-gun he sent him to pot,
Then murdered his friend, poor Uriah,
For the sake of his wife's, you know what!
His boy too, a chip of the block,
Had a house with a thousand or more in,
Sweet wenches, to please the young cock,
The devil himself sure for whoring.
But this is no more than a farce
To other fine things that they tell ye,
For one had a speaking jack-ass,
Another liv'd in a whale's belly;
With lions some lived in a den,
And others in furnaces frying,
But, heav'n preserve us! some men
Are so cursedly given to lying.
To other fine things that they tell ye,
For one had a speaking jack-ass,
Another liv'd in a whale's belly;
With lions some lived in a den,
And others in furnaces frying,
But, heav'n preserve us! some men
Are so cursedly given to lying.
Elisha rode up to the moon
In a chariot all flaming with fire;
But Enoch, one fine afternoon,
Flew a hundred and fifty times higher.
Elijah's two bears, it is said,
Eat forty poor boys at a time,
For just calling the fellow, bald head!
Now that was a terrible crime.
In a chariot all flaming with fire;
But Enoch, one fine afternoon,
Flew a hundred and fifty times higher.
Elijah's two bears, it is said,
Eat forty poor boys at a time,
For just calling the fellow, bald head!
Now that was a terrible crime.
Captain Jossy called out to the sun
To stand still, so he did sure enough;
But I think it high time to have done
Repeating such old women's stuff:
For when with this nonsense you're cramm'd,
To make you believe it all true,
He'll say if you don't, you'll be d—d,
But you ought to be d—d if you do.
To stand still, so he did sure enough;
But I think it high time to have done
Repeating such old women's stuff:
For when with this nonsense you're cramm'd,
To make you believe it all true,
He'll say if you don't, you'll be d—d,
But you ought to be d—d if you do.
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