Christians are so good, they say,
Tender souls as e'er can be!
Let them credit it who may,
What they're made of let us see.

Christian drovers, charming trade!
Who so careful cattle drive;
And the tender Christian maid
Sweetly skinning eels alive.

Tender tonish dames, who take
Whip in hand and drive like males,
Have their ponies nicked, to make
The pretty creatures cock their tails.

Christian boys will throw at cocks,
Worry dogs, hunt cats, kill flies;
Christian lords will learn to box,
And give their noble friend black eyes.