An excellent new Ballad; or the true English * Dean to be hanged for a Rape.

OUR

Written in the Year 1730.

I.

UR brethren of England, who love us so dear, And in all they do for us, fo kindly do mean, A bleffing upon them, have fent us this year, For the good of our church, a true English Dean. A holier priest ne'er was wrapt up in crape, The worst you can fay, he committed a rape.

II.

In his journey to Dublin, he lighted at Chester,

And there he grew fond of another man's wife Burft into her chamber, and wou'd have careft her ; But the valued her honour much more than her

life.

She buftled, and ftruggled, and made her efcape, To a room full of guests for fear of a rape.

III.

THE Dean he purfu'd to recover his game;
And now to attack her again he prepares,
But the company flood in defence of the dame,
They cudgel'd, and cuft him, and kickt him
down ftairs.

-SAWBRIDGE, Dean of Fernes, lately deceased.

His Deanship was now in a damnable scrape;
And this was no time for committing a rape.
IV..

To Dublin he comes, to the Bagnio he goes,
And orders the landlord to bring him a whore; :
No fcruple came on him his gown to expose,

"Twas what all his life he had practis'd before. He had made himself drunk with the juice of the grape,

And got a good clap, but committed no rape..

V.

The Dean, and his landlord, a jolly comrade, Refolv'd for a fortnight to fwim in delight; For why, they had both been brought up to the trade

Of drinking all-day, and of whoring all night. His landlord was ready his Deanfhip to ape In ev'ry debauch, but committing a rape.

VI.

This Proteftant zealot, this English Divine,
In church and in ftate was of principles found; :
Was truer than feel to the Hanover line,

And griev'd that a Tory fhould live above

ground.

Shall a fubject fo loyal be hang'd by the nape,.
For no other crime but committing a rape?)

By old Popife canons, as wife men have penn'd'em, Each Priest had a concubine jure ecclefion; Who'd be Dean of Fernes without a commendam? And precedents we can produce, if it please ye:

Then,

Then, why should the Dean, when whores are

fo cheap,

Be put to the peril and toyl of a rape?

VIII.

If Fortune fhould please but to take fuch a crotchet,

(To thee I apply great Smedley's fucceffor) To give thee lawn-fleeves, a mitre, and Ratchet, Whom would't thou refemble I leave thee a gueffer;

But I only behold thee in Atherton's fhape,
For fodomy hang'd, as thou for a rape.

IX.

Ah ! doft thou not envy the brave Colonel Chartres, Condemn'd for thy crime, at threescore and ten? To hang him all England would lend him their garters;

And yet he lives, and is ready to ravish agen. Then throttle thyfelf with an ell of ftrong tape, For thou haft not a groat to atone for a rape.

X:

The Dean he was vext that his whores were fo willing:

He long'd for a girl that would ftruggle and fquall;

He ravish'd her fairly and fav'd a good filling: But, here was to pay the dev'l and all.

A Bishop of Waterford, fent from England a hundred

years ago.

His trouble and forrows now come in a heap, And hang'd he must be for committing a rape.

XI.

If maidens are ravifh'd, it is their own choice; Why are they fo wilful to ftruggle with men? If they would but ly quiet, and stifle their voice, No devil, nor Dean could ravish 'em then. Nor would there be need of a ftrong hempen cape, Ty'd round the Dean's neck for committing a.

rape.

XII.

Our church and our ftate dear England maintains, For which all true Proteftant hearts should be

glad;

She fends us our Bishops, and Judges, and Deans;

And better would give us, if better she had; But, Lord! how the rabble will ftare and will gape, When the good English Dean is hang'd up for a

rape.

The Revolution at MARKET-HILL

FROM

Written in the Year 1730.

ROM distant regions, Fortune fends An odd Triumvirate of friends; Where Phoebus pays a fcanty ftipend, Where never yet a codling ripen'd:

Hither the frantick Goddefs draws
Three fuff'rers in a ruin'd caufe.
By faction banish'd here unite,

A Dean, a * Spaniard, and a Knight.
Unite; but on conditions cruel;
The Dean and Spainard find it too well:
Condemn'd to live in fervice hard;
On either fide his Honour's guard :
The Dean, to guard his Honour's back,
Muft build a castle at † Drumlack;
The Spaniard, fore against his will,
Muft raise a fort at Market-Hill.

And thus, the pair of humble Gentry,
At North and South are posted centry;
While, in his lordly caftle fixt,
The Knight triumphant reigns betwixt:
And, what the wretches moft refent,
To be his flaves must pay him rent;
Attend him daily as their chief,
Decant his wine, and carve his beef.

O Fortune, 'tis a fcandal for thee
To smile on those who are least worthy;
Weigh but the merits of the three,
His flaves have ten times more than he.

* Col. HARRY LESLIE, who ferved and lived long in Spain.

The Irish name of a farm the Dean took, and was to build on, but changed his mind. He called it Drapier's-Hill. Vide that poem.

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