I am looking for the words to the Dean’s Pamphlet, especially the third verse. I found an internet source for the first two verses but I can’t make out the words for the third. If anyone would be willing to tell me what they are I would be grateful.
The closest I can make out is:
The quaker Broke(?) Waters who always is sinning
Before calling over so oft has been called
Henceforth we shall print neither pamphlet or linen
If swearing can’t do it, they’ll be swingeingly mauled
And as for the dean, you know who I mean
If the printer would bleach him he’d scarced come off clean
Then we’ll buy English silks for our wives and our daughters
In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters.
No, I have no idea what it is supposed to mean. The man who was printer of Jonathan Swift’s (the dean) pamphlet, PROPOSAL FOR THE UNIVERSAL USE OF IRISH MANUFACTURE etc, upon which all this is based, was a quaker named Edward Waters, but that’s all I’ve been able to make of it so far.
djm
That wicked rogue Waters who always is sinning
Before Coram Nobis so oft has been called is the couplet I have; I think I found a text way back at one point, but a search of my hard drive isn’t turning it up.
Found it on the net:
AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG[1]
ON A SEDITIOUS PAMPHLET. 1720-21To the tune of “Packington’s Pound.”
Brocades, and damasks, and tabbies, and gauzes,
Are, by Robert Ballantine, lately brought over,
With forty things more: now hear what the law says,
Whoe’er will not wear them is not the king’s lover.
Though a printer and Dean,
Seditiously mean,
Our true Irish hearts from Old England to wean,
We’ll buy English silks for our wives and our daughters,
In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters.In England the dead in woollen are clad,
The Dean and his printer then let us cry fie on;
To be clothed like a carcass would make a Teague mad,
Since a living dog better is than a dead lion.
Our wives they grow sullen
At wearing of woollen,
And all we poor shopkeepers must our horns pull in.
Then we’ll buy English silks for our wives and our daughters,
In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters.Whoever our trading with England would hinder,
To inflame both the nations do plainly conspire,
Because Irish linen will soon turn to tinder,
And wool it is greasy, and quickly takes fire.
Therefore, I assure ye,
Our noble grand jury,
When they saw the Dean’s book, they were in a great fury;
They would buy English silks for their wives and their daughters,
In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters.This wicked rogue Waters, who always is sinning,
And before coram nobis so oft has been call’d,
Henceforward shall print neither pamphlets nor linen,
And if swearing can do’t shall be swingingly maul’d:
And as for the Dean,
You know whom I mean,
If the printer will peach him, he’ll scarce come off clean.
Then we’ll buy English silks for our wives and our daughters,
In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters.
[Footnote 1: This ballad alludes to the Dean’s “Proposal for the use of
Irish Manufactures,” for which the printer was prosecuted with great
violence. Lord Chief-Justice Whitshed sent the jury repeatedly out of
court, until he had wearied them into a special verdict. See Swift’s
Letter to Pope, Jan. 1721, and “Prose Works,” vii, 13.–W. E. B.]
Nice one, s1m0n. I couldn’t find it on the net, but the bit of fluff I did find was on Mudcat and The Session. You might want to update those two sites, since there are clearly others looking for/attempting to recreate the same lyrics.
djm
Thanks for finding the link. Excellent!
The version I heard was on Liam O’Flynns CD and they did not include the verse about the dead.
BTW my daughter asked me if Swift was an Irishman… I was tempted to say “yes” since he was born in Dublin, then “no” since his background was English, and he spent a lot of time in England. But he was a champion of treating the Irish fairly, which seems to have been quite an innovation for the English at that time. With the Dean’s Phamphlet we have an example of an Anglican and a Quaker defending the rights of Catholics. 
Must have been the oatmeal.
djm