Father Paul

Let grave divines preach up dull rules, And moral wit define. The precepts taught in Roman schools We friars here devine.

Here's a health to Father Paul! For flowing bowls Inspire the souls Of jolly friars all.

When in the convent we are met We laugh, we joke, and sing; All worldly cares we there forget, For Father Paul's our king. Chorus, Here's a health, &c.

No absolution we will give, Ye blue ey'd nuns so fair; No benediction here receive, But banish all your care. Chorus, Here's a health, &c.

With beads and cross, not held divine, We pray with fervent zeal, To rosy Bacchus, god of wine, Who does each joy reveal. Chorus, Here's a health, &c.

May ev'ry friar please his nun! Each nun her friar please! And each alike enjoy the fun, With freedom and with ease. Chorus, Here's a health, &c.

Then fill your bumpers, sons of mirth, Let friars be the toast; Long may they all exist on earth, And nuns their order boast! Chorus, Here's a health, &c.