THE RAPPAREE SAINT. A FUNERAL SERMON UPON THE DEATH OF MONSIEUR STRUTH, Preached at Gallaway, a little after the Late Fight.  By Mac OLERO, a Friar of the New Order, of the Raparees. 
To which is added St. RUTH'S Last SPEECH to the Irish Army.  
The Text— Damn these Heretic: or, These Dam Heretic— (which you please.)  
IT is not proper for me (Dear Joys) to tell you where the Text is, because Shaint Patrick has made it a forbidden to read into the Bible.— But it is a very good Text, for a Bible Text, though not to make a Compare with Shaint Patrick's Texts; who, you do very well know was a true Catolick Shaint in all this Country. Damn these Heretic!— A very fine Text; and I am wonder, that Shaint Patrick did not took it out of the Bible, with the Purgadoree, Mass, and Holy Ceremonee, and the other all fine Things, which these Dam Heretic never heard of; But it was because they should not be profane it, and take ill ways,— I don't mean, towards galway or Limerick; No, the Devil a bit: But I will not make no Passion upon these Dam Heretics; tho' it is enough, if Shaint Patrick was alive, to make him in a mighty Passion with all of them every one.  
I will tell you one Storee.— There was an Heretic lived at home, and a Catolick lived over the way of this Heretic: Now, because this Catolick did lived so near this Heretic, the poor Catolick was put into Hell among the Devils, every one of them all together— Do ye see. (Dear Joys) what a very sad thing it is, to make company with one (Mark me) with one Heretic?  
By my Shoul, (Dear Joys) this is very true; and, I will say one, a great deal truer.— Clen O pen, the fine Lady of Monsieur Shaint Ruth, as she was sitting in his Tent a little before the Storming of Athlent by these Dam Heretic Dogs; I do say. (Dear Joys) as she was sitting in the Tent, reading upon the Life of Shaint Patrick, and taking a Pipe of Tobacco, she was thinking how these Heretics would make pass the Shannon; she b●gan, to pity 'em, and said O hone, poor Heretic! But, by my Should, she had no sooner shutted her Mouths, but a Heretic Bullet sho●… itself into the bigger End of the Pipe, and run all along into her Mouth● and Choked her, for pitying the Dam Heredick Dogs.— Here is the Pipe out of my Pocket; look here (my Dear Joys,) and here is the Bullet too! By my Shoul, they are very Holy Relics, for I will tell you the Miracle:— When first I got 'em (by 〈◊〉, and Shaint Patrick, 'tis true) she did opened her Eyes, and told me, that she was in the Purgadoree, for pitying the Dam Heretic; and bid me tell all our Dear Catolick Joys o● it; who must every one of 'em all together, say Ten Ave Mary's, and make a Kill upon Five Heretics; and in the mean time, I must carry the Bullet, and the Pipe, in Pilgrimage, to lay 'em in the Lap of the Blessed La●… to hatch them in a Relic; And when I am return again, you shall all o●… you have part of these Holy Relics and go to Shaint Patrick.  
By my Shoul, (Dear Joys) these are great promise; and yet beside a●… this, I will forgive your Absolution to Kill about Five Dam Heretics a peic● and speak to the Blessed Lady myself, to make a Paper, that shall Pe●… on Shaint Patrick, for those that Kill but Four Dam Heretic a piece.— This is some great Encouragement (Dear Joys)— and this a fine Sermon; for I have been making it ever since the Great Tin Gun was carry against the Dam Inniskilling-Men, who fought like the Devil at our Bog Trenches and Catolick Fortifications.  
But O hone! O hone! Did I make a Say of Guns and Fortifications; and not be tremble, to see the Brave Monsieur St. Ruth made up in his Coffin:— There (alas!) he lies— But yet he made a die in the Breast of the Mother-Church, and is now a huge great Shaint.— He was Sainth Ruth before; but now he is double Saint Ruth, and will be put in the Calendar the next Year.— Oh this double Shaint, by my Shoul, is very great Shaint, and has done great Miracles in France land; and he did one great Miracle, since he came into our Country.— When the Heretic did carried the Powder and Ball over the Shannon, this Monsieur St. Ruth did made himself so Invisible, that the Heretic Bullet could never find him; and being thirsty in that Invisible Chase after Heretic, he turned a Bog into Bonny Clapper and Usquebaugh, whilst Tyrconnel and Sharsfield did make more Miracles; Tyrconnel raised a new Army out of the Ground; and Sharsfield did make a Detatchment out of the Garrisons and Castles in the Air; Brave old Catolick Boys; and sit for Service, being of those that did Kill Dam Heretic in 44. But I know not where they are if they did not make a go to Lymerick, to get some Victuals— But Courage, (Dear Joys!) we shall have Victuals and Shuccours too, from the French King, to tame these Wild Heretic; and in the mean time, we must every one of us altogether, make a pray to Clen O pen, and to this double Shaint, to deliver us from the dam Saucy. Heretic— And say,— Oh— Clen O pen, Pray for us! O Clen O pen, by thy Pipe and Bullet, deliver us— O double Monsieur St. Ruth, pray for us! By thy Miraculous Bonny. Clapper and Usquebaugh, deliver us, Oh hone! (Dear Joys) What did ail these holy Shaint to make a die, when they had a great very deal of Brass Money, and power over Miracles? Was it a Bullet, a dam Heretic Bullet? But, by my Shoul, 'tis now a Holy Relic, and that is another Miracle (Dear Joys!)  
This great Shaint when he made his last say unto his Shoulders, about their ALL lying at the stake, me thought he spoke like the Son of the Blessed Virgin, especially when did made Arguings about the Interest of the Holy Religion of Shaint Patrick, and those Laws and Liberties he left to this Country, to be Defended by K. James, and Monsieur Shaint Ruth, but this was not his bigest Saint-ship, no, by my Shoul, he was Shaint in, deed when he did made Orders for all and every one of the Pious Jesuits, and Priest to forgive you all an Absolution of your Shins▪ if you should be died in defence of Chreist and Shaint Patrick, by unlucky Heretic Bullers, or bob end of Rebellious Masket. And who can help, that this Great Shaint is deadened; but by my Shoul, he was deadened bravely, the little Bullet durst not come near him when he held up the Shinge of the Cross, and bid the Catolick Joys be Courage. It was a great Bullet that did shoot itself at him to make him a double Shaint, with his Name all over Red Letters, among the rest of Shaint Patrick's good Catolicks Shaints.  
But to make a Say again upon this great Shaint, now lying all in his Coffin, and to think upon those other Brave Soldiers, that are all died with Bullets; What do you think (Dear Joy) was the Cause? By my Shoul, I will make you tell it to every of you all:— You be all to wiched (Dear Joys) and have not kept Shaint Patrik's Day, nor Good Friday, as you should; You all be Drunken upon a Good-Friday; You pitry the Heretic; You Pray not for the Dead in Purgadoree; and see what come on it all.— Shaint Patrick is angry, and will not let you have a Pope again, to forgive you Absolutions, by the Holy Priests, and Jesuits, till you be better Catolicks. And this is the reason, that these Holy Shaints are take away from amongst all of every one of you.— O hone! O hone! (Dear Joys) you must do all the Penance, and Pray a great very deal to the Shaints, to be better Catolicks; and than you will do Miracles amongst those Dam Heritick Dogs.  
Now, to Shaint Patrick, and every one of all the Bl●ushed Shaints, etc.  
FINIS   

Printed at London, and reprinted at Edinburgh, in the Year, 169●.