_From thick Bonny-clabber, a Med’cine for Witches; From ~Usquebaugh~, loved by all drunken Bitches; From Vermin, which makes ’em scratch where it Itches; ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From getting of Children, but nothing to keep ’em; From Corn-Fields, where idle Lubbers won’t reap ’em; From Fleas, where People by Bushels may weep ’em; ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From wretchedly living in our poor Condition; From Beggars, whose Pride for great Places petition; Or else from the Dunghil wou’d bear a Commission. ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From Mayors, full as foolish as guzling Churchwardens, From ~Dublin~, full of Whores as the ~Spring-Gardens~; From a ~Papist~, whose Heart against ~Protestants~ hardens; ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From running o’er Bogs, in all sorts of Weather, From wearing flat Brogues, made of nasty hard Leather, From wearing slight Trowsers, which scarce hang together; ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From going bare-foot, both Summer and Winter; From wearing a Smock till it’s whiter than Tinder; From ~Poets~, whose Parts will never reach ~Pindar~; ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From Knights of the Post against Innocents swearing, From Doxies, whose Mouths for raw Flesh are staring; And from their Presumption of Mens Breeches wearing; ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From Lice, Itch, and Scabs, the Plague of our Nation; From Pimps, who claim rich Men for a Relation; And from our blind Way of gaining Salvation; ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From Cook-Maids as nasty as any Gold finder; From Pastors as blind as a Beetle and blinder; From Strumpets, whom Money make never the kinder, ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From trading with ~France~, to get ourselves Riches; From often cooling our Courage in Ditches; T’asswage the rebellious Flesh in the Breeches; ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From Blind leading blind Folks, and Criples the Criple; From going to Church without any Steeple; From Ropes without Bells, to ring in the People; ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
_From Rapparees medling with Travellers Purses; From Servants as base as damn’d Parish Nurses; From Teaguelanders full of Damnation and Curses. ~Libera nos, Domine.~_
Bidding adieu to _Balinosloe_, I went to _Aghrim_, where the Number of Houses exceed not a Pair-Royal of Aces; however, the Place will be ever memorable in History, for the decisive Battle fought here, which reduced a whole Kingdom to the Obedience of the _Protestant_ King _William_. And all over the Plain here lie scatter’d Heaps of Mens Sculls to this Day; insomuch that it does not only represent _Golgotha_, but had also the Father of that _Grecian_ Hero dwelt here, who wept for more Worlds to add to his Conquests, he might have sav’d his Page the Labour of shewing him at Meals the ghastful Emblem of Mortality. Hence I proceeded to _Loghrea_, where is kept the chiefest Market in all the Province of _Connaught_; and from thence going to _Killilel_, I saw a small wooden Cross set tottering upon a Heap of Stones in the Road; about which some Priest, and his bigotted Tribe, had been mumbling a _Pater Noster_, and _Ave Maria_ to the Blessed Lady. At _Balihavely_ I took Notice of an old Castle metamorphosed into a Cow-House; and next I went to _Athenrea_, an ancient, but much ruinated Town, built by old King _John_ of merry Memory. Then I came to _Galway_, a large Seaport Town, situated on the River _Caarle_; when I first enter’d this Place, I really took it to be a general Goal for the whole Kingdom; for the Houses (which are some one, some two, and some three Stories high) are all strongly built of Stone, and most of the Windows thick barricadoed with thick Iron Bars, insomuch that there are not the like Buildings to be seen through the Country for Strength. In the Midst of this Town stands a Church, dedicated to honest St. _Nicholas_, whose Steeple hath a pretty good Set of Bells, and its Chimes are somewhat Musical, but not well approv’d by the _Fanaticks_, because they are set to the Tune of a _Psalm_. Moreover, in this Church are two Pulpits, one for the Doctor to preach in, and one for the Archbishop of _Tuam_, in case his Preferment makes him not above it.