THE
Clans Lamentation,
Against Mar and their own Folly.
To the Tune of, Bony Katharine Ogie.
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AS I did Travel in the North,
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I in Discourse took Pleasure,
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To talk with those that were our Foes,
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when that we could get leasure:
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What was the Reason I did ask,
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that they rose in Rebellion?
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And what Great Madness moved them,
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for to work such Great Treason?
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Against both King and Parliament,
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and Government all over,
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And would not join to George our King,
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the great Prince of Hanover.
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They answerd me with one Accord,
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we may think shame to tell you,
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That we such simple Fools have been,
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to join with such a Fellow.
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He did send Letters unto Us,
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and falsly did us Flatter,
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Desiring us for to arise,
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and Hanoverians Scatter,
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And that he would bring ore our King,
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and would put off Hanover,
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And that our King he should possess
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both North and South all over.
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But now alas! we suffer for,
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our Folly in this Matter,
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For now we risen are, and we
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shall never be the better,
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For we did once encounter with,
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that Mighty Man of Valour,
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Whos like a Lyon in his Strength,
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but comely in his Feature.
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Even Great Argyle your General
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will make us to Repent it,
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That we so foolishly should have
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even unto Mar Consented:
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And tho many of us fell
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evn at the same Engagement
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Yet we did go along with him,
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by his false To[?] [E]nticement.
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He told us we should see our King
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ere we were two Months older,
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But now we see it is a Lye
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which makes our Hearts the Colder:
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For he did bring a Man to us,
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that might have been his Father,
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Who said, he he would not Popry quite,
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but want our Kindness rather.
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It had been better for us all,
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that Mar had nere been born,
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For now, alas! we are become,
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all the whole Nations Scorn:
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For now we have left all our Lands,
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likewise our Lifes in Danger
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Alas! that ere we did agree,
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for to fetch in a Stranger.
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But now were forcd to take flight
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before King Georges Army,
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Of Soldiers Brisk, and Volunteers,
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like them there are not many,
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That made us from Saint Johnstoun run,
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and likewise from Dundee Sir,
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And also thorow all the Towns,
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into the North Country Sir.
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Alas! alas! we are undone,
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for now and evermore then;
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We know not where to hide our selves,
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neither in Hole nor Bore then:
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For like a Partridge they do hunt,
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us both ore Hills and Glens Sir,
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Which makes us for to rue the day,
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that we were Named Clans Sir.
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But now alas! we cannot help
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what we have done amiss Sir,
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But now were like to end our days,
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in Grief and Heaviness Sir,
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Oh and alas! we leave our Lands,
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with Lamentation Sir,
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Likewise our Wives and Children all,
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have pity them upon Sir.
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