I’d wish thee very well in part;
But the last wish thoul’t get from me,
Is, God keep our land of Pop’ry free!
May the throne continue in Protestant race,
And ne’er a Papist fill his place.
Thus saith to thee an honest Quaker,
Thou ne’er shalt here be a partaker:
For all Rome’s plots and magic spell,
’Tis seldom now they prosper well,
Her days of witchcraft are near run,