A Justification of our Brethren of Scotland.
Under the Willow Tree.
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DEarest Jockey, we unto thee
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Are beholden every way,
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And yet some strive to undo thee,
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But I now the truth will say.
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Thou unto our aid cam'st running,
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Leaving thine owne pleasant soile,
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And thy Ale, that was a tunning,
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In our most barren land to moile.
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Wherefore we will ever love thee,
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Over the shoulder, as they say,
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But if thou com'st again, wee'l shove thee
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Home, the clean contrary way.
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We thee pray no more to aid us
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In that kind thou didst before:
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For, we find thou hadst betraid us,
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Had we hearkned to thy lore.
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2.
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Yet in thee there's no more cunning,
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Then in a devill of two yeares old:
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Prethee come no more a mumming,
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For we shall not our fingers hold.
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We know well thou camest hither,
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Onely our welfare to advance;
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And therefore in the North didst gather
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All their plate and coine perchance.
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We know well, our most deare brother,
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Thou never meantst to sell the King;
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But that thy love thou couldst not smother,
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When we gold to thee did bring.
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We thee pray no more to aid us, etc.
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3.
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Friendly neighbour, that hast ever
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Been a sure card at our need;
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Though it hath been our luck, never
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To find thee false in word and deed.
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Thou great good will dost beare unto us,
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Loving the ground whereon we tread:
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But we pray thee truly show us,
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Is't not for our English bread?
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Alas deare soule, thou hast we know well,
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Been contented with all paine:
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As thy deeds did lately show well,
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To lose thy own land ours to gaine.
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But we pray thee no more aid us, etc.
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Counter Tener.
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WE will love thee, O dear brother,
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And will never while we live
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Thy good turnes within us smother,
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But will full requitall give.
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For thy aiding,
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And perswading,
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Thy assenting,
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And thy entring.
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We will give thee yet more money,
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And will pay thee home, we sweare,
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With a Cornish hug, thou blew-cap Bonney,
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Wee'l imbrace thee, never feare.
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Thou shalt be incorporated
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One with us, and we with thee,
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When thy Presbyterie is instated,
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And Lay Elders ruling be.
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For selling,
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And rebelling,
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For thy aiding,
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And upbraiding:
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We will make a rare exchanging,
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And will give thee wheat for oats:
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If in meane time there be no ranging,
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And we do not cut your throats.
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