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Methought, when I this Poem read,
How could I more inhance its Fame? Though born in Snow, it dy'd in Flame.
An excellent new Ballad; or the true
English * Dean to be hanged for a
And, in all they do for us, so kindly do mean,
SAWERIDGE, Dean of Ferns, lately deceased.
A holier Priest ne'er was wrapt up in Crape,
And there he grew fond of another Man's Wife; Burft into her Chamber, and wou'd have carest her; But the valu'd her Honour much more than her
And now to attack her again he prepares;
And orders the Landlord to bring him a Whore ; No Scruple came on him his Gown to expose,
'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 no Rape.
V. The Dean, and his Landlord, a jolly Comrade,
Resolv’d for a Fortnight to swim in Delight ; 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 Church and in State was of Principles found; Was truer than Steele to the Hanover Line,
And griev'd that a Tory should live above Ground. Shall a Subject so Loyal be hang'd by the Nape, For no other Crime but committing a Rape?
VII. By old Popish Canons, as wise Men have penn'd'em,
Each Priest had a Concubine, jure Ecclefiæ ; Who'd be Dean of Ferns without a Commendam?
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 Crot
chet, (To thee I apply great Smedley's Successor) To give thee Lawn-Sleeves, a Mitre and Rochet, Whom would'st thou resemble I leave thee a
* A Bishop of Waterford, sent from England a Hundred Years ago.
But, here was to pay the Devil and all.
Why are they so wilful to struggle with Men ?
No Devil, or Dean could ravish 'em then.
But, Lord how the Rabble will stare and will
gape, When the good English Dean is hang'd up
The Revolution at Market-Hill,
Written in the Year 1730.
ROM distant Regions, Fortune sends
An odd Triumvirate of Friends ;
* Col. HARRY LESLIE, who served and lived long in Spain.
+ The Irish Name of a Farm the Dean took, and was to þuild on, but changed his Mind, He called it Drapier's-Hill
. Vide that Poem.