The Explanation.
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To the Tune of, Hey Boys up go we.
I
Our Priests in Holy Pilgrimage,
Quite through the Land have gone,
Surveying each Religious House
Of Abbot, Fry'r, and Nun
The yearly Rent,
And full Extent
Of every one they know;
And in whose hands
Are all our Lands,
As ancient Writers show.
II
Those Places all shall be restor'd,
As in short time you'll hear,
I know the Man has pass'd his word,
Of which you need not fear:
He did ne'er evade
One Promise made,
Nor fail'd a Friend in Woe;
But when 'twill be,
Nor I, nor he,
Nor the Devil himself does know.
III
Religious Men shall hither haste,
Their Zeal shall make them run;
The Jesuits shall your Wives keep Chaste,
Each Fry'r Confess his Nun:
The Men shall Shrive,
The Women—
So all shall be forgiven;
Your Daughters Whore,
Then quit their Score,
And make them fit for Heaven.
IV
For Lady Abbess shall appear
An old Flux'd Bawd or Punk,
Has done both ways these threescore years,
Talk'd Bawdy, and been Drunk;
Religious Puns
To teach the Nuns
Committed to her Charge;
And mortifie
Their L---
As Nature does enlarge.
V
The Vestals all shall Virgins be
That never went astray,
Have been train'd up Religiously
The clean contrary way:
In Julian's Song
For Whoring long,
Tho oft they've noted been;
Nature of Force
Will have its Course,
'Twas all but Venial Sin.
VI
Your Colledges shall be our own,
As vacancy does fall;
We'll strip each Doctor of his Gown,
The Parsons turn out all:
Their Revenues great,
With pleasant Seat,
The Church to us has given,
To sing you Mass,
Confess each Ass,
And make you fit for Heaven.
VII
Nor will we any longer wait,
After such notice given;
Nor shall they in the Pulpits prate,
Or teach the way to Heaven:
'Tis our Province,
You to convince;
Our Arguments shall be,
Without Dispute
To make you mute,
Then, Hey Boys, up go we.
VIII
Now, Hereticks, consider well
The Game you have to play;
You yet may keep on this side Hell,
If warn'd by what we say:
But e'er your Lands
Shall 'scape our hands,
Which have been long our due;
We'll Stab, we'll Shoot,
And Damn to boot,
Then, Hey Boys, up go you.
