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[Keep to the Church, while yet you may]
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To the Tune of, Gather your Rose-Buds, &c.
[I]
Keep to the Church, while yet you may,
Now Sects are still a growing,
And Popery that buds to day,
To Morrow will be blowing.
II
We Dance an endless Circle round,
Like Fairies in Religion,
While the Italian gets the Ground;
And calls us senseless Widgeon.
III
The Presbyterian leads the Van,
And next the Independent,
The Dapper Quaker then comes in
But Popery's the end on't.
IV
Then be not Wedded to the New,
But in the Old way tarry,
For having once but left the New,
You may for ever vary.
