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290 AN APPEAL.
Most bravely then let us our liberty prize, Nor suffer the Congress to blind all our eyes;
Or each rebel cut-purse, will soon give us law, For they are as bad as a Tyler or Straw.
From France, D'Estaing to America has come.
The French banditti will rob our estates; These robbers are all protected by Rome j1
Consult but their annals, record but their dates, It's their politics To burn heretics, Or poison by water that's fetch'd from the Styx. Let Frenchified rebels, in vain then attempt To bring our own church, or our king to contempt; For no rebel cut-purse shall e'er give us law, Should they prove as daring as Tyler or Straw.
The farces of Rome, with carrying her hosts,
Are laugh'd at and jeerM by the learned and wise, And all her thin tinsels apparently lost, Her stories of relics, and sanctified lies. Each ignorant joke Believe, or you smoke, And if we are conquer'd we receive the Pope's yoke;