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PILGRIMS AND THE PEAS,
91 By PETER PINDAR.
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BRACE of finners, for no good,
Were order'd to the. Virgin Mary's fhrine, Who at Loretto dwelt, in wax, ftone, wood,~
And in a fair white wig look'd wond'rous fine.
Fifty long miles had thefe fad rogues to travel
The priest had order'd peas into their fhoes!
For purifying fouls that ftunk with crimes
That Popish parfons for its pow'rs exalt
For keeping fouls of finners fweet,
The knaves fet off on the fame day.
Peas in their fhoes, to go and pray;
But very diff'rent was their speed, I wot : One of the finners gallop'd on
Light as a bullet from a gun;
The other limp'd as if he had been fhot.
ONE faw the VIRGIN foon-peccavi cried-
"How now, the light-toed, whitewash'd pilgrim broke "You lazy lubber ?"
"Odds curfe it!" cried the other, 'tis no joke:
"Are now as foft as blubber,
** Excuse me, Virgin Mary, that I fwear-
How 'tis that you are not in pain;
What Pow'r hath work'd a wonder for your toes;
"Whilft I just like a fnail am crawling,
Now fwearing, now on faints devoutly bawling,
How is't that you can like a greyhound go,
"Merry, as if that nought had happen'd, burn ye ?"—— "Why," cried the other, grinning, “you must knew, That juft before I ventur'd on my journey,
To walk a little more at eafe.
I took the liberty to boil
Written in a Thunder-ftorm, &c, Mrs. Carter 58
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