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The news of this consperracy and villianous attempt,

I read it in a newspaper, from Italy it was sent :

It was sent from lovely Italy, where the olives they do grow,

And our Holy Father lives, yes, yes, while his name it is No No.

And 'tis there our English noblemen goes that is Puseyites no longer,
Because they finds the ancient faith both better is and stronger.
And 'tis there I knelt beside my lord when he kiss'd the POPE his
And hung his neck with chains at Saint Peter's Vinculo. [toe,

And 'tis there the splendid churches is, and the fountains playing

And the palace of PRINCE TORLONIA, likewise the Vatican;
And there's the stairs where the bagpipe-men and the piffararys blow.
And it's there I drove my lady and lord in the Park of Pincio.

And 'tis there our splendid churches is in all their pride and glory,
Saint Peter's famous Basilisk and Saint Mary's Maggiory;
And them benighted Prodestants, on Sunday they must go
Outside the town to the preaching-shop by the gate of Popolo.

Now in this town of famous Room, as I dessay you have heard,
There is scarcely any gentleman as hasn't got a beard.
And ever since the world began it was ordained so,

That there should always barbers be wheresumever beards do grow.

And as it always has been so since the world it did begin,
The POPE, our Holy Potentate, has a beard upon his chin;
And every morning regular when cocks begin to crow,
There comes a certing party to wait on POPE PIO.

There comes a certing gintleman with razier, soap, and lather,
A shaving most respectfully the POPE, our Holy Father.
And now the dread consperracy I'll quickly to you show,
Which them sanguinary Prodestants did form against NoNo.

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Them sanguinary Prodestants, which I abore and hate,
Assembled in the preaching-shop by the Flaminian gate;
And they took counsel with their selves to deal a deadly blow
Against our gentle Father, the Holy POPE PIO.

Exhibiting a wickedness which I never heerd or read of ;

What do you think them Prodestants wished? to cut the good Pope's head off!

And to the kind POPE's Air-dresser the Prodestant Clark did go,
And proposed him to decapitate the innocent Pro.

"What hever can be easier," said this Clerk-this Man of Sin,
"When you are called to hoperate on His Holiness's chin,
Than just to give the razier a little slip-just so?—
And there's an end, dear barber, of innocent Pro!"

This wicked conversation it chanced was overerd

By an Italian lady; she heard it every word:

Which by birth she was a Marchioness, in service forced to go
With the parson of the preaching-shop at the gate of Popolo.

When the lady heard the news, as duty did obleege,

As fast as her legs could carry her she ran to the Poleege.
"O Polegia," says she (for they pronounts it so),
"They're going for to massyker our Holy POPE PIO.

"The ebomminable Englishmen, the Parsing and his Clark,
His Holiness's Air-dresser devised it in the dark!
And I would recommend you in prison for to throw
These villians would esassinate the Holy POPE PIO!

"And for saving of His Holiness and his trebble crownd I humbly hope your Worships will give me a few pound; Because I was a Marchioness many years ago,

Before I came to service at the gate of Popolo."

That sackreligious Air-dresser, the Parson and his man,

Wouldn't, though ask'd continyally, own their wicked plan-
And so the kind Authoraties let those villians go

That was plotting of the murder of the good Pro NONO.

Now isn't this safishnt proof, ye gentlemen at home,

How wicked is them Prodestants, and how good our Pope at Rome;

So let us drink confusion to LORD JOHN and LORD MINTO,

And a health unto His Eminence, and good Pro NONO.

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COME all ye Christian people, and listen to my tail,

It is all about a doctor was travelling by the rail,

By the Heastern Counties' Railway (vich the shares I don't desire), From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vich his name did not transpire.

A travelling from Bury this Doctor was employed

With a gentleman, a friend of his, vich his name was Captain Loyd, And on reaching Marks Tey Station, that is next beyond Colchester, a lady entered in to them most elegantly dressed.

She entered into the Carriage all with a tottering step,
And a pooty little Bayby upon her bussum slep;
The gentlemen received her with kindness and siwillaty,
Pitying this lady for her illness and debillaty.

She had a fust-class ticket, this lovely lady said,
Because it was so lonesome she took a secknd instead.
Better to travel by secknd class, than sit alone in the fust,
And the pooty little Baby upon her breast she nust.

A seein of her cryin, and shiverin and pail,

To her spoke this surging, the Ero of my tail;

Say see you look unwell, Ma'am, I'll elp you if I can,

And you may tell your case to me, for I'm a meddicle man.

"Thank you, Sir," the lady said, "I only look so pale,
Because I ain't accustom'd to travelling on the Rale;
I shall be better presnly, when I've ad some rest :"
And that pooty little Baby she squeeged it to her breast.

So in conwersation the journey they beguiled,

Capting Loyd and the meddicle man, and the lady and the child, Till the warious stations along the line was passed,

For even the Heastern Counties' trains must come in at last.

When at Shoreditch tumminus at lenth stopped the train,
This kind meddicle gentleman proposed his aid again.
"Thank you, Sir," the lady said, "for your kyindness dear;
My carridge and my osses is probibbly come here.

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