The Irish LITANY.
From a Country full of Rebellion and Treason;
From a People not Honest, and void of all Reason;
From running of Goods, which is ne’er out of Season;
Libera nos, Domine.
From dry’d up Potatoes, without any Butter;
From unwholesome Water, which gives the wild Squtter;
From Priests, who in Latin to Blockheads do mutter;
Libera nos, Domine.
From Women whose Features wou’d frighten the Devil;