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They'll take you to a better place,
Without ⟨repenting⟩, faith or grace:
And well I wot that is ſrange news,
For there the Turks and there the Jews,
As bad as ever they were ca’d
They ne'er ſet up this helliſh trade,Fal. &c.
I dont't remember that the De'il,
To pardon ſin ⟨pretean'ed⟩ ſkill
But Turks and Jews with a’ their cha'
The Popiſh Clergy bangs them a’,
The ⟨Saints⟩ and ⟨Angels⟩ they addreſs,
For deed and ⟨living⟩ they ſay Maſs.Fal &c.
All kinds of ſin commit do they,
And none dare ⟨challenge⟩, or gainſay;
They'll rob a Virgin of her prize,
And pardon her ⟨before⟩ ⟨ſhe⟩ riſe,
It’s ſhocking ⟨to the⟩ human ear
The tricks of Popiſh Prieſts to hear.Fal, &c.
Where it the zeal your fathers bore,
Againſt the Pope and Romiſh Whore,
Think on Argyle ⟨and⟩ Jeaviſwood,
Who fear’d so: faggot, nor the ſword,
But to ⟨expoſe⟩ the ⟨Romish⟩ Faity,
Lay down their lives and welcome death.Fal &c,
Ye Lowland Lads that drive the cart,
I know you have good hands and heart,
Charge your ⟨muſket⟩, point your lance,
Unto Mars’ field do ye advance,
And join brave Donald without breeks,
Who make the French to wet their cheeks. &c.
