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R35117 1 49 Forty-Nine 49 OH where am I now? which way shall I go? that wander thus by guessing? / So I puzzl'd in mind, I do not well know, the Kirk that is truth professing. A THe Anabaptist, / Comes running betwixt, Fa, la, la, la, / La, la, la, la, la, la, la, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Fa, la, la, la, &c. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 Poor ROBBIN turn'd SEEKER; / OR, / The Seekers Ballad. Poor ROBBIN turn’d SEEKER; OR, The Seekers Ballad. Poor ROBBIN turned SEEKER; OR, The Seeker's Ballad. ?-?

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OH where am I now? which way shall I go? that wander thus by guessing? So puzzl'd in mind, I do not well know, the Kirk that is truth professing. A Protestant still methinks I could be, but then the half Papist is cast upon me; and as for a Presbiter what if I try, to cog, cologue, dissemble, and lie. Fa, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
The Protestant sayes, Since Papist, and Pope, Were thrust out of possession; although he retain, A Cross, and a Cope, Yet Ours is the true profession; By Parliament Law, Synodical too; Our Faith was establisht, and therefore is true: And Bishops are ancient, Cannot be deny'd; For Cranmer, Cranmer, For the truth dy'd. Fa la, la, la, fa, la, la, etc.
The Presbiter then, Pulls me by the sleeve, And says we are all in an Errour; Says this is the Parliament, We must Believe; As pure as a Chrystal Mirour: The Lord does on them Such favours confer, Enlightens them so, That they cannot Erre: And Prelacy is, No Man can deny, A Rag, a badge, Of old Popery. Fa, la, la, etc.
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THe Anabaptist, Comes running betwixt, In the Spirit alike confiding; Says Parliament 'Faith, With Errour is mix'd; And therefore he's thus deciding: That his is the truth, That's prov'd by the word; Not foisted by Votes, Nor forc'd by the Sword; And therefore concludes, The Spirit tells me, My Faith, my Faith, From Errour is free. Fa, la, la, la, etc. Yet see, unawares, Comes in a Fourth Man; And 'tis an Independent, Who verily swears, He'll do what he can, against a Super-intendent: That he may not Swear, for they must live free; And will not admit Of Presbiterie: 'Mongst them shall not lurk, So per'lous an Elf, But Parsons, Parsons, Each by himself. Fa, la, la, etc. Behold a Socinian, Comes in with his wit, Though now't be out of season; Says, He that desires To Level, and hit, Must follow the light of reason: By Judgement expound, The Text as it lies; And shape to himself, a Faith by his Eyes; And then may conclude, the Spirit tells me, My Faith, my Faith, From Errour is free. Fa, la, la, etc.
But stay my dear Friends, the Quaker then cri'd, By Yea and by Nay you are dark-lings, You all erre and you stray, And you walk on one side, and ye have not of Faith The least sparlings. Then tremble and groan, And move as I do; I will shew you the Light, And the Dark at one view: You shall quickly behold, We are glorious within: Since we're so perfect, that we cannot sin. Fa, la, la, etc. Last in the fag end, the Papist began To boast his Catholick Mother, the Pillar of truth; Yet then as one Man, though one 'gainst another, 'Gainst him to oppose, We all were combin'd: Saying she is old, that now being blind; She cannot see that, which is writ in the word: The Truth, the Truth, Inspir'd by the Lord. Fa, la, la, etc. Now who must come in? But I to decide? Who likewise may have the Spirit? and if they presume, Then I may confide, that never beleev'd in Merit. A true Seeker till, For my self will I be, Yet outward as pure, As any you see, Who turn up the whites, as godly as they; And Cog, Cologue, For this is the way. Fa, la, la, etc.
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