A Dialogue betwen his Grace the
Duke of Argyle, and the Earl of Mar
Or an Excellent New Song, to the Tune of the Hare Merchants Rant, etc.
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ARGYLE and Mar are gone to War
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Which hath breed great Confusion
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For Church & State they do debate
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Through Difference and Division,
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And yet while I know not that,
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I hope I Speak no Treason,
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Some say its Self, some say its Pelf,
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And some say its Religion,
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Which ere it be I tell to thee,
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And that I will not Spare Sir,
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Tho Blades come from the Braes of Mar
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Th[ey] have us every where Sir.
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Argyle,
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Says great Argyle within a while,
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Ile make Mar for to Rue Sir,
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That such great Folly in his Brain,
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Did happen for to Brew Sir,
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Tho Mars Men now do ramble throw
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The North both here and there Sir,
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Ile make them to draw up there Trew
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And whipe their Buttocks bare Sir,
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Mar,
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Says good Lord Mar do you so dare,
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Both me yea, and my Men Sir
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While I have might I will you Fight,
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From Strling Flit your Den Sir.
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Argyle
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The last time that I Flited it,
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You had no cause to Boast Sir,
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For any thing that then you wan,
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It was unto your Coast Sir,
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When at Dumblain unto your Pain.
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We Fought it very Fair Sir.
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When that Mars Men were Forcd and Fain,
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To Run like any Hare Sir,
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Some to the Hills, some to the Haughs
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An[d] some to Allen Watter,
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An[d] unto some it was no movs.
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T[he]ir Sculls were made to Clatter.
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And those that did escape the Sword;
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Did we not them Surround Sir,
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When that Fourscore of Highland Men
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Were in the water Drownd Sir,
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Mar.
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Through my Men do Ramble thorough
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The North both here and there Sir,
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The half of whats said is not true,
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The Truth I do Declare Sir,
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Its said they Pillage and Plunder all,
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In places where they come Sir,
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But by this they soon would catch a Fall
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And unto Ruin run Sir
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And as for that was at Dumblain,
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We Lost so many Men Sir,
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Perhaps we may Recruit again,
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And that well let you ken Sir,
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If that once more we shall Engage,
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We shall know how it goes Sir,
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Whiskie shall put our Brains in Rage,
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And Snuff shall Prime our Nose Sir,
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W[?] Swords and Guns into our Hands
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Well stoutly Venture on Sir,
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Y[?]a Ducks and Targets at Command,
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Of these we shall want none Sir,
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Arg[y]le,
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Do what you can to prove the Man,
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Your Attempts shall prove in vain Sir
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For sure Argyle shall lead the Van,
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And the Victory shal[l] gain Sir,
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Tho like a Cock Mar in the North,
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Abroad hath sent his Crow Sir,
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Clapping his Wings now beyond Forth
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Perhaps hel get a Blow Sir.
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Argyle like to a Lyon Bold,
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[Will] Grasp him in his Paws Sir,
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And that perhaps ere it be long,
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Hell make him stand in aw Sir,
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For lo a Conjunct Company,
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Both of Scots and Dutch Men,
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Theyre at a Call on Mar to fall,
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Theyre almost all none such Men.
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Besides great Nubmers o[f] Gentlmen,
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Whom they call Volunteers Sir,
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The most and best whereof Consist,
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Of Valiant Scotish Peers Sir.
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