THE Pope in a Passion; OR, Bad News for England.  
Which was sent in a Packet of Advice from Rome, by Cardinal Howard, to the Pope's Nuncio; but miscarrying, is now Published to prevent Danger.  
To the Tune of, O brave Oliver, or O brave Popery, etc.  

I.  
THE Catholic Post, that came lately to Town,  
Doth tell that the Pope, with his high Triple Crown,  
The totestant Churches will quickly pull down:  
Sin hay brave Catholics, O rare Catholics, O  
Fin● Catholics, Excellent Catholics, O!   

II.  
The Nobles of England must all in a row,  
Buy Pardons, and stoop to his Holiness Toe;  
Or by Bell, Book and Candle, to Pot they must go:  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

III.  
The Catholic King, with our Neighbour of France,  
Will rig an Armado with Musket and Lance;  
But th' orange will teach the proud Lily to Dance:  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

iv  
The great Irish Cutthroat; Tyrconnel, that's worse,  
That drinks Bonny-Clabbor, and Swears by the Cross,  
Will Muster an Army of Bog-trotting Horse:  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

V  
Then Bryan and Patrick, with Morris and Teague,  
Will batter down London, and levelly the Hague;  
They'll strip you quite naked, and force you to beg;  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

VI  
The hopeful young Innocent Prince of the Scots,  
Or Wales, (chose you either) by Jesuit Sots,  
And old Father Peter's will Plague you with Plots:  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

VII.  
His Holiness swears by his God in the Host,  
(Before to his Kinsman three Kingdoms be lost)  
He'll Conjure by Spells up Mazareen's Ghost:  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

VIII.  
He wisely will vanquish you, tell you right down,  
That the P. of W. right (tho' himself were a Clown)  
Is as good as Lodvick's was to the French Crown:  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

IX.  
Submit then in time to his Holiness Feet.  
Both hug them, and kiss them, they're soft and they're sweet,  
His Yoke is but easy, his Words are discreet:  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

X.  
He'll fend yond a Preset.  
A Bushel of Peter's Tet of Relics and Beads,  
With papess Joan's Pleth, two of his Heads, ket, and Nuns that are Maids:  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

XI.  
He'll sell you Indulgences,  
He'll pardon your sins, whaave you at last,  
He'll teach you the cafiest way to come, and what's past, ●ow to fast:  
sing hay brave, etc.   

XII.  
He'll send you St. Anthony's Fart in a bag,  
With Milk in a Bottle, and Hair in a Rag,  
Which have been long kept by the old Scarlet Hag:  
Sing hay brave, etc.   

XIII.  
He'll liberty give you to Rogue and to Whore,  
To Drink, and to Rant, to Swear and to Roar,  
And the Devil is in you, if you desire more:  
sing hay brave, etc.   

XIV.  
But if you'll not do what the Pope doth require,  
He'll come with his Clergy in Scarlet attire,  
And teach you good Breeding with Faggot and Fire:  
sing hay, etc.   

XV.  
The Papists are Cruel, for they that eat Gods  
Must needs have strong Stomaches, and likewise the odds,  
They'll poison your Pulpits, and whip you with Rods:  
sing hay brave Catholics, O rare Catholics, ho  
Fine Carholicks, Excellent Catholics, O!    

With Allowance.  
London: Printed in the Year, 1689.