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And our stout wooden walls, are
our sure guarantees. Sir;
Such are the golden days we now possess,
Whatever were the days of good Q Bess

No Bigots rule the roast, now,
with persecution dire. Sit,
Burning zeal now no more heaps
the faggot on the fire. Sir:
No Bishop now can boil a
poor jew like a pigeon;
No barbecue Pagans like a
Pig, for Religion, Sır Such are, &c

Now, no legendary saint, robes
the lab'rer of one day, Sir,
Except now and then, when
he celebrates St Monday, Şir:
And good folks, ev'ry Sabbath,
keep church without a pother, Sir,
By walking in all one door,
and stealing out at t'other, Sir Such are, &c

Then for dress-nodern Belles bear,
the belt beyond compare, Sir,
Though farthings and ruffs, are
got rather out of wear, Sir;
But when truss'd up like pullets,
whether fat, lean, or plump, Sir,
'Tis no matter, so they've got but
a merry thought & rump, Sir Such are, &c

Such promonteries, sure, may
be styl'd inaccessibles,