So you pray for their lives, and keep digging their graves.
As their old priest and sexton you’ve got a snug pension,
The gift of our king, wealthy, worthy, and wise;
’Twas to make you see clearer, ah! lucky invention,
He threw the gold dust of Peru in your eyes.
X.
Jew Aaron of old, in the absence of Moses,
Set up a gold calf, a strange fancy I think;
When Moses came back, they pull’d each others noses,
Burnt the gold calf, and mixt it with water to drink.