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The Pilgrims & the Pease A True Story by Peter Pindar

A Brace of Sinners for no good [We]re ordered to the Virgin Mary's shrine [Who] at Loretto, dwelt in wax, stone, wood [An]d in a fair white wig, look wondrous fine. [Fifty] long miles had those sad rogues to travel [With] something in their shoes much worse than gravel: [In] short their toes so gentle to amuse [The] Priest had order'd pease into their shoes. [A no]strum famous in Old Popish times [For] purifying souls that stink of crimes: A sort of apostolic Salt That Popish parsons for its powers exalt, [For] keeping souls of Sinners sweet [Just] as our Kitchen Salt does meat.

[The] Knaves set out on the same day [Pe]ase in their shoes, to go and pray: But very different was their speed I wot: [One] of the Sinners gallopd on, [Swi]ft as a bullet from a gun The other limp'd, as if he had been shot.