ELEGY,
On the much to be lamented Death of
James Whetty Taylor and Free-Man in
the Pattaraw who departed this Life Ap-
prile the 5th, 1720 about the 69. of his Age.
With a Caution to his Successors.
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AND has Old Death that Bloody Knave,
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Brought Honest Whettie to his Grave?
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Not in our Power his Life to save,
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we're at a Loss.
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For now he's laid into his Grave,
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A Plack the worse.
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This Whettie was a Taylor bred,
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Who Honestly imployed his Trade,
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And Sober Liv'd on what he had,
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A Civil Goass.
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Whom Death into the Grave has laid,
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A Plack the worse.
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Now who is there will Undertake,
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The Lords of Session's Gowns to Make?
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I fear their Judgement is but Weak,
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It wad them Cross.
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He's Dead I'm Sorrie for his Sake,
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A Plack the worse.
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He Civily did go his Rounds,
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Throw Upper and the Lower Bounds,
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Locallity sought in the Founds,
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And was not Crost.
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In Grave now lyes by Death his Wounds,
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A Plack the worse.
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Now who this Money in will gather,
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Or dare encounter Maggie Lauther?
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Sure I know not except a Teather,
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Or Armed Force
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He's Dead she smote might been her Father,
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A Plack the worse.
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At Penny-Weddings who'le take Care,
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Small Maces equally to share,
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And give the Young-Folk Profit there,
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It's to our Loss,
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For Death hath catcht him in his Snare,
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A Plack the worse.
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Foull fall you Death, could you not gather?
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And Seiz'd the Witches out of Calder,
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And serv'd thy Turn, and gone no furder;
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But to our Loss.
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Tane him away left Maggie Lauther,
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A Plack the worse.
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A Sober and an Honest Man,
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None did deny it neither can;
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For if they did they wad him wrong,
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I do not Flatter,
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There is no doubt it's now with him
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A Plack the better.
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A Caution to his Brethren of Trade.
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BEsure when that you undertake,
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the Session Gowns and doth them make,
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Take a good Price that's no ill thought,
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They will not Judge not plead for nought.
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A Caution to Penny-Wedding Keepers.
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WHen you to Penny-Weddings get
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to many folk make little Meat,
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Set down the Maces in good Order,
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Tho' not well Drest will serve the furder,
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This is the only way and manner,
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To make Young-Folks to be the Gainer.
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A Caution to the Locallity Gatherers.
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LOcallity when you seek in,
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Tho' disappointed make no Dine;
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And when the Wives in Child Bed be,
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Take Cheese and Bread and let them free,
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Sick Folk or those with Age Decay'd,
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Take nothing from; make others Pay'd.
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And when you come to Maggie Lauther
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Stand at the Door and come no furder;
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If you go in I'm sure you'l feel,
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She'l beat your back and play the Di'el.
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