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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 63
25 THE DEATH OF A ROMISH LADY
There lived a Romish lady-Brought up in proper array;
Her mother ofttimes told her She must the priest obey.
"0 pardon me dear mother
I humbly pray thee now For unto these false idols
I can no longer bow."
Assisted by her handmaid,
Her bible she concealed And there she gained instruction
Till God his love revealed.
No longer would she prostrate The pictures decked with gold;
But soon she was betrayed Her bible from her stold.
"I'll bow to my dear Jesus
And worship him unseen And work by faith unfailing
The works of men are vain.
"I can not worship idols
Nor pictures made by men Dear mother use your pleasure
But pardon if you can."