The true Scots Mens Lament, for the Loss of the Rights of their Ancient Kingdom,
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SHall Monarchy be quite forgot,
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and of it no more heard;
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Antiquity be razed out,
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and Slavry put in stead:
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Is Scots Mens Blood now grown so cold,
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the Valour of their Mind,
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That they can never once reflect
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on old long sine, etc.
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What shall become now of our Crown,
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we have so long possest?
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Is it no more Fashionable,
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that we should have it drest?
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Shall we it for Tobacco sell,
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and never once repine?
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Ah, then its late for to Reflect
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on old long sine, etc.
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How oft have our Fore-fathers spent
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their Blood in its Defence;
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Shall we then have it stoln away
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by English Influence?
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Well curse the Actors of the Deed,
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when under Yoke we pine:
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Why will ye not again reflect
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on old long sine, etc.?
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Old Albion, what will come of thee,
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when England sits thy Judge?
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May thou not only then expect
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Oppression, but Refuge?
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Its their Design to ruin thee,
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as clearly may be seen:
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Why wilt thou not again reflect,
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on old long sine, etc.
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How shall our crazy Shoulders bear
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the Burden of their Tax?
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Tho they be rich, and we but poor,
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they will not us relax;
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Unless some skilful one ovrturn
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the Ground of the Design;
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But then its late for to reflect
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on old long sine, etc.
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The Name of Britain shortly will
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thy Body hence possess;
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England thy Head will flourish great,
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thy Body will decrease:
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The Union will thy Ruin be,
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thoult know in future Time;
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[?] you seem for to forget
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good old long sine, etc.
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Was not our Nation sometime brave,
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invincible and stout?
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Conquering Cesar that great King
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could not it put to Rout;
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Nor not so much as Tribute get
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for all his great Design:
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These Men I think thought to maintain
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good old long sine, etc.
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Did not Romish Ambassadors
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before our King kneel down?
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I mean Corbredus Claudius great,
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most valiant of Renown:
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And the Proposals of a Peace,
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unto him did resig[n]
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These Actions may make us reflect
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on old long sine, etc.
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The Royal Bruce, if now alive,
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he surely would regret,
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And blame our Grandees irefully
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of Scotlands wretched State;
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And tell them he prizd Monarchy,
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while he was in his Prime,
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And bid them look right speedily
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to old long sine, etc.
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May not Experience teach thee well,
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in Edward Longshanks Reign,
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How they pretended good to thee,
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yet since meant no such Thing;
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But meerly stole from us the Chair
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we did so high esteem:
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Its strange to me ye should forget
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good old long sine, etc.
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Yet it was not by their own Strength,
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that they gaind such a Prize;
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But by our own base Malcontents,
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who did them well advise;
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I mean, the Cuming, Kirkpatrick,
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Vallange of treachrous Mind:
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Such Men I fear have now the Cause,
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that we must now so pine.
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Do not you mind the Barns of Air,
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where Eighteen Score were Killd,
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Under the Colour of a Truce,
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our Worthies Blood was spilld?
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And what by Force they could not win,
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by Fraud they did obtain:
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Me wonders you should so forget,
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good old long sine, etc.
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Remember William Wallace Wight,
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and his Accomplices;
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Scotland they undertook to free,
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when it was in Distress.
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Likewise Sir James the Black Douglass,
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under the Bruces Reign:
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These Men spard not their Blood to spill,
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for old long sine, etc.
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Why did thou then thy Union break,
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thou had of late with France,
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Where Honours were conferrd on thee?
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but now not sos thy Chance:
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Thou must subject thy Neck unto
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an high proud Nation;
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And more and more strive to forget
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good old long sine, etc.
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Was it their seeming Riches that
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induced thee to sell
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Thy Honours, which as never yet
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no Monarch evr could quell;
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Nor our Integrities once break,
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in all the bygone Time?
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Yet now you seem for to forget
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good old long sine, etc.
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The elder Brother let him read
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the Neighbour Margin Line;
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The second let him but look back
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to ruind Darien:
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Im hopeful then you will remorse,
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on former Ill thats done;
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And strive in Time for to maintain
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good old long sine, etc.
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Now mark and see what is the Cause
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of this so great a Fall;
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Contempt of Faith, Falshood, Deceit,
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and Villany withall;
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But rouse your selves like Scotish Lads,
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and quit your selves as Men,
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And more and more strive to maintain
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good old long sine, etc.
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