Libera nos, Domine.

From Lice, Itch, and Scabs, the Plague of our Nation;

From Pimps, who claim rich Men for a Relation;

And from our blind Way of gaining Salvation;

Libera nos, Domine.

From Cook-Maids as nasty as any Gold finder;

From Pastors as blind as a Beetle and blinder;

From Strumpets, whom Money make never the kinder,

Libera nos, Domine.

From trading with France, to get ourselves Riches;