THE
DOWN-FALL
OF
COCKBURNs MEETING-HOUSE.
To the Tune of, Come sit thee down my Phillis.
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(I)
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WE have not yet forgot Sir,
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How Cobburns Kirk was broke Sir,
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The Pulpit-Gown was pulled down,
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And turned into nought Sir.
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(2)
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The Pulpit-Cloth was rent Sir,
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Unto the Cross was sent Sir,
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The Boys that did convoy it
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Were into Prison put Sir.
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(3)
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The Chess-windows they were broke Sir,
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Out ore the Window cast Sir,
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With a convoy of holo hoi,
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Unto the Streets were sent Sir.
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(4)
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The French are disappointed,
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Their Wicked Plots disjointed,
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Poor Cobburn hes affronted,
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But the Whiggs theyre advanced.
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(5)
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Long necked Peggie H------------- Sir,
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Did weep and stay at home Sir,
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Cause poor Cobburn and his Wife
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Were forcd to flee the Town Sir,
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(6)
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And after they were gone Sir,
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They went to Stirling Town Sir,
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They thought with their Heart and Mind
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To get Poor Jamie home Sir.
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(7)
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But they were disappointed,
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And their Wicked Plots disjointed,
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Well make them all run and Cry
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Oh! were disappointed.
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(8)
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Their Highland King for fear Sir,
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Was put in such a stier Sir,
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We made his Breecks have such stink,
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That none coud him come near Sir.
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(9)
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Macdonald is his Name Sir,
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Of him you may think shame Sir,
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A Highlander whose Name stinks
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You Popish Rogue go Home Sir.
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(10)
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The Chess-windows did reel Sir,
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Like to a Spinning Wheel Sir;
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For Dagon he is falln now
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I hope hell never rise Sir.
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