The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1833-12-27 00:00:00

Tune—The Humours of Glyn.

Oh 1 Holy St, Franky, you ne'er were in glory,
Your wig was ne'er sanctified, Father, till now!
Then hear your oirn children who worship.before yon.
And hymn forth your praise, with a whack, row-de-dow I
With a whack fur the Church that is never to fail, too ;
More pow'r to your, elbow, my jolly old cock !
Oh ! drop us a pairing of thumb or a nail, do,
Or—a soul saving scrap of your blessed old jock !
Faral lal laral lal, &e.

And, Franky, my hero, old tough orthodoxy, •
Give Colley a cast of your beads for our sake :
For he at this moment's repenting by proxy,
And weeps in the person of Anthony Blake I-- .
So scratch your bob-Wig, Frank, and bruah up your Cape-coat,'
Whilst snugly in Limbo your roast Your old shins ;
For Colley has got him a lusty old soape;goat.
On which to deposit the weight of his sins.
Faral lal laral lal, &c.

And, oh ! to that goat send your stoutest pax edit,
You know what we mean, and of course wont be slatk ;
Frank, stick like a man to your ore pro nobis,
Or " Scape" will begin to get weak in the back.
As for Anthony Blake, how he'll manage the burden,
'S a poser not easy, good Frank, to be known ;
So like a tight saint put your savingest word in,
For 'Tony it's thought beats enough of his own.
Faral lal laral lal,

I• told you before that your name's in high flavour
With all the whole kit of us round the Vice throne
And a hymn to your praise being a passport to favour,
I therefore indite you this psalm of my own.
Don't think I'm a heretic, worthy old creature, .• -
The Whigs hold our creed, for the time, by the pound (£ ;)
Besides we are Jesuits, Francis, by nature,
In countenance knavish, in falsehood profound,
Faral lal laral lal,

Mean time, we would thank you to send to old Bantum
The last pair of breeches that you had to spare—
Provided some Pope since your death didn't want 'em.
For then we know Colley comes second best there.
And lest that your Saintship want something to jog you.
Our Vice Queen will go to your Chapel tx STATE,
And that will be honor, you jolly old dog, you ;
For Popery then will be brought into date.
Faral lal laral lal, &:e.

You remember the time, you right plural old buck, you—
And he who forgets it is only a dunce—
That when the vile heatilens determin'd to duck you.,
Your saintship appearl in two places at once !
For you, like old Anthony, preach'd to the fishes,
And made them all pious and right well behav'd;
Then taught them to eschew the fishermen's meshes,
And prov'd that a cod without salt may be sai'd.
Faral lal laral lal, &e,

Indeed, Frank, you've done.more thin ever man yet did—:
Taught Colley by proxy at last to repent—
Obedience and soda to Philip the Candid,
And eke the whole Viceregal Court to keep Lent ;
And if the request that I make do not baffle
Your sacred old fist, for a sinner that's gone.
Give a lift to the soul of the famous Moll Raffle,
Awl Colley will thank you for't when it is done.
Faral lal laral lal, ace.

• If we mistake not the worthy saint doubled the Capemore than
once or twice.

+ So it was deliberately stated in a Novena that circulated in Ire-
land about the year IBl6.—We have seen subsequent editions from
which this pieee of modesty was expunged.