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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538691" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Woeful New Ballad Of The Protestant Conspiracy To Take The Pope’s Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear,<br>'Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear;<br>'Twill make your hair to bristle up, and your eyes to start and glow,<br>When of this dread consperracy you honest folks shall know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The news of this consperracy and villianous attempt,<br>I read it in a newspaper, from Italy it was sent:<br>It was sent from lovely Italy, where the olives they do grow,<br>And our holy father lives, yes, yes, while his name it is No NO.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And 'tis there our English noblemen goes that is Puseyites no<br>longer,<br>Because they finds the ancient faith both better is and stronger,<br>And 'tis there I knelt beside my lord when he kiss'd the POPE his<br>toe,<br>And hung his neck with chains at St. Peter's Vinculo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And 'tis there the splendid churches is, and the fountains playing<br>grand,<br>And the palace of PRINCE TORLONIA, likewise the Vatican;<br>And there's the stairs where the bagpipe-men and the piffararys<br>blow.<br>And it's there I drove my lady and lord in the Park of Pincio.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And 'tis there our splendid churches is in all their pride and<br>glory,<br>Saint Peter's famous Basilisk and Saint Mary's Maggiory;<br>And them benighted Prodestants, on Sunday they must go<br>Outside the town to the preaching-shop by the gate of Popolo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now in this town of famous Room, as I dessay you have heard,<br>There is scarcely any gentleman as hasn't got a beard.<br>And ever since the world began it was ordained so,<br>That there should always barbers he wheresumever beards do grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as it always has been so since the world it did begin,<br>The POPE, our Holy Potentate, has a beard upon his chin;<br>And every morning regular when cocks begin to crow,<br>There comes a certing party to wait on POPE PIO.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There comes a certing gintlemen with razier, soap, and lather,<br>A shaving most respectfully the POPE, our Holy Father.<br>And now the dread consperracy I'll quickly to you show,<br>Which them sanguinary Prodestants did form against NONO.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Them sanguinary Prodestants, which I abore and hate,<br>Assembled in the preaching-shop by the Flaminian gate;<br>And they took counsel with their selves to deal a deadly blow<br>Against our gentle Father, the Holy POPE PIO.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Exhibiting a wickedness which I never heard or read of;<br>What do you think them Prodestants wished? to cut the good Pope's<br>head off!<br>And to the kind POPE'S Air-dresser the Prodestant Clark did go,<br>And proposed him to decapitate the innocent PIO.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What hever can be easier,' said this Clerk—this Man of Sin,<br>'When you are called to hoperate on His Holiness's chin,<br>Than just to give the razier a little slip—just so?—<br>And there's an end, dear barber, of innocent PIO!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wicked conversation it chanced was overerd<br>By an Italian lady; she heard it every word:<br>Which by birth she was a Marchioness, in service forced to go<br>With the parson of the preaching-shop at the gate of Popolo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the lady heard the news, as duty did obleege,<br>As fast as her legs could carry her she ran to the Poleege.<br>'O Polegia,' says she (for they pronounts it so),<br>'They're going for to massyker our Holy POPE PIO.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The ebomminable Englishmen, the Parsing and his Clark,<br>His Holiness's Air-dresser devised it in the dark!<br>And I would recommend you in prison for to throw<br>These villians would esassinate the Holy POPE PIO?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And for saving of His Holiness and his trebble crownd<br>I humbly hope your Worships will give me a few pound;<br>Because I was a Marchioness many years ago,<br>Before I came to service at the gate of Popolo.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That sackreligious Air-dresser, the Parson and his man<br>Wouldn't, though ask'd continyally, own their wicked plan—<br>And so the kind Authoraties let those villians go<br>That was plotting of the murder of the good PIO NONO.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now isn't this safishnt proof, ye gentlemen at home,<br>How wicked is them Prodestants, and how good our Pope at Rome?<br>So let us drink confusion to LORD JOHN and LORD MINTO,<br>And a health unto His Eminence, and good PIO NONO.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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