The Protestants Thanks for the Downfall of Popery, or Madam Popery rocked to Sleep.  

ALL you whose Eyes did use to weep,  
And Hearts with Sorrows was prest full deep,  
Cheer up, for now Madam Popery's asleep.  
Sing Lullaby Popery, Hush! Proud Popery, Lullaby  
Popery, Oh! Lullaby.   

Madam POPERY once she sat at her Ease,  
And all her Projectors they did what they please,  
But now the curs't Crew can us no more tease.  
Sing Lullaby Popery, &c.   

The NUNCIO is gone, and sailed over the Main,  
He was sent over hither, their Cause for to gain,  
And I protest I don't know when he will come again.  
Sing Lullaby Popery, &c.   

Their Game is quiter done, and the Cards are thrown by,  
And the Knave of Spades PETERS looks now very shy,  
He is gone into FRANCE in a Corner to Cry  
Sing Lullaby Popery, &c.   

The Irish Teagues from hence are all gone,  
Who our Throats would have Cut, had they been let alone,  
But they are packing sent home to sing a-hone, a-hone.  
Sing Lullaby Popery, &c.   

POPISH chapels and Altars we shall no more need,  
Nor in any great hast will be built up with speed,  
And Wild-House does now look like Wild-House indeed.  
Sing Lullaby Popery, &c.   

And he that was PRINTER to household and chapel,  
Will have no Occasion to print POPISH Tattle;  
For Bell, Book, and Candle has now had a Rattle.  
Sing Lullaby Popery, &c.   

All traitorous JUDGES must now go to Pot,  
And so must that Bell-weather Bawling Great SOT,  
For I dreamed that a Rope would fall to their Lot.  
Sing Lullaby Popery, &c.   

His HOLINESS now by this Time is fallen Sick,  
His Mouth's out of Taste, he an orange can't lick,  
And his Pulse, I hear say, does beat monstrous quick.  
Sing Lullaby Popery, &c.   

Madam POPERY is gone, and the Devil go with her  
And sixpence, that's Money and Comp'ny together,  
And I hope she'll ne're more return again hither.  
Sing Lullaby Popery, Hush! Proud Popery,  
Lullaby Popery, Oh! Lullaby.    

London, Printed for J.C. near Fleet-bridge. 1689.