From the Turk, the Pope, and the Scottish nation,
From being govern’d by proclamation,
And from an old Protestant, quite out of fashion,
Libera, etc.
From meddling with those that are out of our reaches,
From a fighting priest, and a soldier that preaches,
From an ignoramus that writes, and a woman that teaches,
Libera, etc.
From the doctrine of deposing of a king,
From the Directory, [2] or any such thing,
From a fine new marriage without a ring,
Libera, etc.
From a city that yields at the first summons,
From plundering goods, either man or woman’s,
Or having to do with the House of Commons,
Libera, etc.
From a stumbling horse that tumbles o’er and o’er,
From ushering a lady, or walking before,
From an English-Irish rebel, newly come o’er, [3]
Libera, etc.
From compounding, or hanging in a silken altar,
From oaths and covenants, and being pounded in a mortar,
From contributions, or free-quarter,
Libera, etc.
From mouldy bread, and musty beer,
From a holiday’s fast, and a Friday’s cheer,
From a brother-hood, and a she-cavalier,
Libera, etc.
From Nick Neuter, for you, and for you,
From Thomas Turn-coat, that will never prove true,
From a reverend Rabbi that’s worse than a Jew,
Libera, etc.
From a country justice that still looks big,
From swallowing up the Italian fig,
Or learning of the Scottish jig,
Libera, etc.
From being taken in a disguise,
From believing of the printed lies,
From the Devil and from the Excise, [4]
Libera, etc.