The Catholick ballad: or, An invitation to popery, upon considerable grounds and reasons. To the tune of, Eighty eight.
         Pope, Walter, d. 1714.
      
       
         
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             The Catholick ballad: or, An invitation to popery, upon considerable grounds and reasons. To the tune of, Eighty eight.
             Pope, Walter, d. 1714.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.) : music.
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1689]
          
           
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             Verse: "Since pop'ry of late is so much in debate ..."
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           THE
           Catholick
           BALLAD
           :
           OR
           ,
           AN
           INVITATION
           TO
           POPERY
           ,
           Upon
           Considerable
           Grounds
           and
           Reasons
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Tune
           of
           ,
           
             Eighty
             eight
          
           .
        
         
           
             
             SInce
             Pop'ry
             of
             late
             is
             so
             much
             in
             debate
             ,
          
           
             
             And
             great
             strivings
             have
             been
             to
             restore
             it
             ,
          
           
             
             I
             cannot
             forbear
             openly
             to
             declare
             ,
          
           
             
             That
             the
             Ballad-makers
             are
             for
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             We
             'll
             dispute
             no
             more
             then
             ,
             these
             Heretical
             Men
             ,
          
           
             Have
             exposed
             out
             Books
             unto
             laughter
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             many
             do
             say
             ,
             't
             will
             be
             the
             best
             way
             ,
          
           
             To
             sing
             for
             the
             Cause
             hereafter
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             the
             Catholic
             Cause
             !
             now
             assist
             me
             my
             Muse
             ,
          
           
             How
             earnestly
             do
             I
             desire
             thee
             !
          
           
             Neither
             will
             I
             pray
             to
             St.
             Bridget
             to
             Day
             ,
          
           
             But
             only
             to
             thee
             to
             inspire
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Whence
             should
             Purity
             come
             ,
             but
             from
             Catholic
             Rome
             ?
          
           
             I
             wonder
             much
             at
             your
             folly
             ?
          
           
             For
             St.
             Peter
             was
             there
             ,
             and
             left
             an
             old
             Chair
             ,
          
           
             Enough
             to
             make
             all
             the
             World
             holy
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             this
             facted
             old
             wood
             ,
             is
             so
             excellent
             good
             ,
          
           
             If
             our
             Doctors
             may
             be
             believ●d
             ,
          
           
             That
             whoever
             fits
             there
             ,
             needs
             never
             more
             fear
             ,
          
           
             The
             danger
             of
             being
             deceived
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             the
             Devil
             himself
             should
             (
             God
             bless
             us
             )
             get
             up
             ,
          
           
             Though
             his
             Nature
             we
             know
             to
             be
             Evil
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             whilst
             he
             sat
             there
             ,
             as
             divers
             will
             swear
             ,
          
           
             He
             would
             be
             an
             infallible
             Devil
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             who
             sits
             in
             the
             Seat
             ,
             but
             our
             Father
             the
             Pope
             ?
          
           
             Which
             is
             a
             plain
             Demonstration
          
           
             As
             clear
             as
             Neon-day
             ,
             we
             are
             in
             a
             right
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             others
             are
             doom'd
             to
             Damnation
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             this
             will
             not
             suffice
             ,
             yet
             to
             open
             your
             Eyes
             ,
          
           
             Which
             are
             blinded
             with
             bad
             Education
             ;
          
           
             We
             have
             Arguments
             plenty
             ,
             and
             Miracles
             twenty
             ,
          
           
             Enough
             to
             convince
             a
             whole
             Nation
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             you
             give
             but
             good
             heed
             ,
             you
             shall
             see
             the
             Host
             bleed
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             any
             thing
             can
             persuade
             ye
             ,
          
           
             An
             Image
             shall
             speak
             ,
             or
             at
             least
             it
             shall
             squeak
          
           
             In
             the
             honour
             of
             our
             Lady
             .
          
        
         
           
             You
             shall
             see
             without
             doubt
             ,
             the
             Devil
             cast
             out
             ,
          
           
             As
             of
             old
             by
             
               Erra
               Pater
            
             ;
          
           
             He
             shall
             skip
             about
             and
             tear
             like
             a
             dancing
             Bear
             ,
          
           
             When
             he
             feels
             the
             Holy
             Water
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             yet
             doubtful
             you
             are
             ,
             we
             have
             Reliques
             most
             rare
             ,
          
           
             We
             can
             shew
             you
             the
             sacred
             Manger
             ;
          
           
             Several
             loads
             of
             the
             Cross
             ,
             is
             good
             as
             e're
             was
             ,
          
           
             To
             preserve
             your
             Souls
             from
             danger
             .
          
        
         
           
             Should
             I
             tell
             you
             of
             all
             it
             would
             move
             a
             Stone-wall
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             spare
             you
             a
             ●●●t●e
             for
             pity
             ,
          
           
             That
             each
             one
             may
             prepare
             ,
             and
             〈◊〉
             up
             his
             〈◊〉
          
           
             For
             the
             
               Second
               P●r●●
            
             of
             my
             Ditty
             .
          
        
         
           
             
             The
             Second
             Part.
             
          
           
             To
             the
             same
             Tune
             .
          
           
             
               NOw
               listen
               again
               to
               those
               things
               that
               remain
               ,
            
             
               They
               are
               matters
               of
               weight
               ,
               I
               assure
               you
               ;
            
             
               And
               the
               first
               thing
               I
               say
               ,
               throw
               your
               Bibles
               away
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               impossible
               else
               for
               to
               cure
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               that
               pestilent
               Book
               !
               never
               on
               it
               more
               look
               ,
            
             
               I
               wish
               I
               could
               sing
               it
               out
               louder
               :
            
             
               It
               has
               done
               Men
               more
               harm
               ,
               I
               dare
               boldly
               ●ff●rm
            
             
               Than
               th'
               Invention
               of
               Guns
               and
               Powder
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               for
               matters
               of
               faith
               ,
               believe
               what
               the
               Church
               saith
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               Scripture
               ,
               leave
               that
               to
               the
               learned
               ;
            
             
               For
               these
               are
               Edge-tools
               ,
               &
               you
               Laymen
               are
               Fools
               ,
            
             
               If
               you
               touch
               them
               y'
               are
               sure
               to
               be
               harmed
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               pray
               what
               is
               it
               for
               ,
               that
               you
               make
               all
               this
               stir
               ?
            
             
               You
               must
               read
               ,
               you
               must
               hear
               and
               be
               learned
               :
            
             
               If
               you
               'll
               be
               on
               our
               part
               ,
               we
               will
               teach
               you
               an
               Art
               ,
            
             
               That
               you
               need
               not
               be
               so
               much
               concerned
               .
            
          
           
             
               Be
               the
               Churches
               good
               Son
               ,
               and
               your
               work
               is
               half
               done
               ,
            
             
               After
               that
               you
               may
               do
               your
               own
               pleasure
               :
            
             
               If
               your
               Beads
               you
               can
               tell
               ,
               and
               say
               
                 Ave
                 Mary
              
               well
               ,
            
             
               Never
               doubt
               of
               the
               heavenly
               treasure
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               the
               Pope
               keeps
               the
               Keys
               ,
               and
               can
               do
               what
               he
               please
               ,
            
             
               And
               without
               all
               peradventure
               ,
            
             
               If
               you
               cannot
               at
               the
               Fore
               ,
               yet
               at
               the
               back-Door
            
             
               Of
               Indulgence
               you
               may
               enter
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               first
               by
               the
               way
               ,
               you
               must
               make
               a
               short
               stay
            
             
               At
               a
               place
               railed
               Purgatory
               ,
            
             
               Which
               the
               Learned
               us
               tell
               ,
               in
               the
               builings
               of
               Hell
               ,
            
             
               Is
               about
               the
               middlemost
               Story
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               a
               monstrous
               hot
               place
               and
               a
               Mark
               of
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               Torment
               on
               't
               long
               to
               endure
               :
            
             
               None
               are
               k●pt
               there
               but
               fools
               ,
               and
               poor
               pitiful
               souls
            
             
               Who
               can
               no
               ready
               Money
               procure
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               a
               handsum
               round
               Sum
               you
               may
               quickly
               begon
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               Church
               has
               wisely
               ordein'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               who
               build
               Crosses
               and
               pay
               well
               for
               Masses
               ,
            
             
               Would
               not
               there
               be
               too
               long
               detein'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               't
               is
               a
               plain
               c●se
               ,
               as
               the
               Nose
               on
               ones
               Face
               ,
            
             
               They
               are
               in
               the
               surest
               condition
               ,
            
             
               Since
               none
               but
               poor
               Fools
               ,
               &
               some
               niggardly
               Owls
               ,
            
             
               And
               can
               call
               into
               utter
               perdit
               on
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               they
               faileth
               you
               then
               O
               ye
               great
               and
               rich
               Men
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               you
               will
               not
               hearken
               to
               reason
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               long
               as
               y
               have
               pence
               ,
               y'need
               scruple
               no
               of
               sence
            
             
               For
               Murther
               ,
               A●n●te●y
               ,
               Treason
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               ye
               sweet
               natar'd
               Women
               ,
               who
               hold
               all
               things
               common
               ,
            
             
               My
               addresses
               to
               you
               are
               most
               hearty
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               give
               you
               your
               due
               ,
               you
               are
               to
               us
               most
               true
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               hope
               we
               shall
               gain
               the
               whole
               party
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               you
               happen
               to
               fall
               ,
               your
               Pennance
               is
               small
               ,
            
             
               And
               although
               you
               cannot
               forg●
               it
               ,
            
             
               We
               have
               for
               you
               a
               cure
               ,
               if
               of
               this
               you
               be
               sure
               ,
            
             
               To
               con●ess
               before
               you
               go
               to
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               is
               one
               reason
               yet
               ,
               which
               I
               cannot
               omit
               ,
            
             
               To
               those
               who
               affect
               the
               French
               Nation
               ,
            
             
               Hereby
               we
               advance
               the
               Religion
               of
               France
               ,
            
             
               The
               Religion
               that
               's
               only
               in
               fashion
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               these
               reasons
               prevail
               ,
               (
               as
               how
               can
               they
               fail
               ?
               )
            
             
               To
               have
               Popery
               entertain'd
               ,
            
             
               You
               cannot
               conceive
               ,
               and
               will
               hardly
               believe
               ,
            
             
               What
               benefits
               hence
               may
               be
               gain'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               the
               Pope
               shall
               us
               bless
               (
               that
               's
               no
               small
               happiness
               )
            
             
               And
               again
               we
               shall
               see
               restored
            
             
               The
               Italian
               Trade
               ,
               which
               formerly
               made
            
             
               This
               Land
               to
               be
               so
               much
               adored
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               the
               Pictures
               and
               Rings
               ,
               the
               Beads
               and
               fine
               things
               ,
            
             
               The
               good
               Words
               as
               sweet
               as
               Honey
               ,
            
             
               All
               this
               and
               much
               more
               ,
               shall
               be
               brought
               to
               our
               Door
            
             
               For
               a
               little
               dull
               English
               Money
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               shall
               Iustice
               and
               Love
               ,
               and
               whatever
               can
               move
               ,
            
             
               He
               restored
               again
               to
               our
               Britain
               :
            
             
               And
               Learning
               so
               common
               ,
               that
               every
               old
               Woman
            
             
               Shall
               say
               her
               Prayecs
               in
               Latin.
               
            
          
           
             
               Then
               the
               Church
               shall
               bear
               sway
               ,
               and
               the
               State
               shall
               obey
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               now
               lookt
               upon
               as
               a
               wonder
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               proudest
               of
               Kings
               ,
               with
               all
               Temporal
               things
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               submit
               and
               trickle
               under
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               the
               Parliament
               too
               ,
               who
               have
               tak'n
               us
               to
               do
               ,
            
             
               And
               have
               handled
               us
               with
               so
               much
               Terror
               ;
            
             
               May
               chance
               on
               that
               score
               (
               't
               is
               no
               time
               to
               say
               more
               )
            
             
               They
               may
               chance
               to
               acknowledge
               their
               Error
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               any
               Man
               yet
               ,
               shall
               have
               so
               little
               Wit
               ,
            
             
               As
               still
               to
               lie
               Refratory
               ;
            
             
               I
               swear
               by
               the
               Mass
               ,
               he
               is
               a
               meer
               Ass
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               there
               's
               an
               end
               of
               the
               Story
               .
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .