And 'tis there the splendid churches is, and the fountains playing grand, And the palace of PRINCE TORLONIA, likewise the Vatican; And there's the stairs where the bagpipe-men and the piffararys blow. And it's there I drove my lady and lord in the Park of Pincio. And 'tis there our splendid churches is in all their pride and glory, Saint Peter's famous Basilisk and Saint Mary's Maggiory; And them benighted Prodestants, on Sunday they must go Outside the town to the preaching-shop by the gate of Popolo. Now in this town of famous Room, as I dessay you have heard, There is scarcely any gentleman as hasn't got a beard. And ever since the world began it was ordained so, That there should always barbers he wheresumever beards do grow. And as it always has been so since the world it did begin, The POPE, our Holy Potentate, has a beard upon his chin; And every morning regular when cocks begin to crow, There comes a certing party to wait on POPE PIO. There comes a certing gintlemen with razier, soap, and lather, A shaving most respectfully the POPE, our Holy Father. And now the dread consperracy I'll quickly to you show, Which them sanguinary Prodestants did form against NONO. Them sanguinary Prodestants, which I abore and hate, Assembled in the preaching-shop by the Flaminian gate; And they took counsel with their selves to deal a deadly blow Against our gentle Father, the Holy POPE PIO. Exhibiting a wickedness which I never heard or read of; What do you think them Prodestants wished? to cut the good Pope's head off! And to the kind POPE'S Air-dresser the Prodestant Clark did go, And proposed him to decapitate the innocent PIO. "What hever can be easier," said this Clerk--this Man of Sin, "When you are called to hoperate on His Holiness's chin, Than just to give the razier a little slip--just so?-- And there's an end, dear barber, of innocent PIO!" The wicked conversation it chanced was overerd By an Italian lady; she heard it every word: Which by birth she was a Marchioness, in service forced to go With the parson of the preaching-shop at the gate of Popolo. When the lady heard the news, as duty did obleege, As fast as her legs could carry her she ran to the Poleege. "O Polegia," says she (for they pronounts it so), "They're going for to massyker our Holy POPE PIO. "The ebomminable Englishmen, the Parsing and his Clark, His Holiness's Air-dresser devised it in the dark! And I would recommend you in prison for to throw These villians would esassinate the Holy POPE PIO? "And for saving of His Holiness and his trebble crownd I humbly hope your Worships will give me a few pound; Because I was a Marchioness many years ago, Before I came to service at the gate of Popolo."