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Thus merciless Hannah ran on in her

talk, Till she heard the dean call, will your lady

ship walk? Herladyship answers, I'm just coming down, Then turning to Hannah, and forcing a

frown, Although it was

was plain in her heart she was glad, Cry’d, hussy, why sure the wench is gone

mad: How could these chimera's get into your

brains? Come hither, and take this old gown for

your pains, But the dean, if this fecret shou,d come

to his ears,

Will never have done with his gibes and

his jeers :

For your life not a word of the matter, I

charge ye: Give me but a barrack, a fig for the clergy,


An Excellent New BALLAD; or the true

English Dean * to be hang’d for a rape.

Written in the Year 1730.

1. OUR brethren of England, who lovę

us fo dear, And in all they do for us so kindly do

mean, A blessing upon them! have fent us this year For the good of our church, a true Eng

lijf dean. A holier priest ne'er was wrapt up in crape, The worst you can say, he committed a rape.

In his journey to Dublin he lighted at

And there he grew fond of another

man's wife; Burst into her chamber, and would have

carefs'd her; But she valu'd her honour much more

than her life.

* Sawbridge, dean of Fernes.


She bustled and struggled, and made her

escape Toa room full of guests, for fear of a rape,

III. The dean he pursued, to recover his game;

And now to attack heragain he prepares; But the company stood in defence of the

dame, They cudgeld, and cuft him, and kick'd

him down stairs. His deanship was now in a damnable scrape, And this was no time for committing a rape,

IV, To Dublin he comes, to the bagnio hegoes, And orders the landļord to bring him

a whore; No scruple came on him his gown to ex

pose, 'Twas what all his life he had practis’d

before. He had made himself drunk with the juice

of the grape,

And got a good clap, but committed ng


V. The dean and his landlord, ajolly comrade, Resolv’d for a fortnight to swim in de

light; For why, they had both been brought up

to the trade Of drinking all day, and of whoring all

night. His landlord was ready his deanship to ape In ev'ry debauch, but committing a rape.



This protestant zealot, this English divine,

In church and in state was of principles Was truer than Steele to the Hanover line, And griev'd that a Tory should live

above ground. Shall a subject fo loyal be hang’d by the

nape For no other crime, but committingarape?



By old popish canons, as wise men have

penn'd 'em, Each priest had a concubine, jure ecclefia; Who'd be dean of Fernes without a com

mendam? And precedents we can produce, if it

please ye: Then why should the dean, when whores

are so cheap, Be put to the peril and toil of a rape?

VIII. If fortune should please but to take such a

crotchet (To thee I apply, great Smedley's suc

ceffor) To give thee lawn sleeves, a mitre and

rochet, Whom wouldst thou resemble? I leave

thee a gueffer; But I only behold thee in * Atherton's

shape, For sodomy hang’d, as thou for a rape.

* A bishop of Waterford, sent from England a hundred years ago.

IX. Ah!

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