A conference in Rime betwixt one of the
Duke of Argyles Men, and the Earl of Mars
taking their Chappen.
To be Sung to the Tune of Lilibolaro Bulina law.
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Argyles Man.
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POOR Scotland the fear of War is become,
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Lilibo laro, Bulina La,
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For which small Thanks be given to some
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Lilibo, etc.
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But perhaps they may Rue it, tho some will not true it,
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that such great Polly did breed in their Brain
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Tho they prosper a while, yet its though that Argyle
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will let to their Tail the great English Train.
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Mars Man
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The Cause of this War is imputed to Mar,
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Lilibo, etc.
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Why there Three Nations do Differ and Jar,
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Lilibo, etc.
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But he's not alone, its very well known
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A great many moe have their piece in this Pot
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For some do advance that both Rome & France
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have been at the Hatching of this wicked Plot.
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Argyles Man.
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The Dutch and Suizers are come to Scotland,
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Lilibo etc.
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On purpose to make Mar & his Men in aw stand
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Lilibo, etc.
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But Mar in great Rage be Swears by his Targe,
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that he will Misacker, Kill and Destroy.
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All that him oppose where ever he goes
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the Clans and the Highlandmen do him convoy,
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Mars Man,
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Our Lives and our Fortains they'r now the Stakes
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Lilibo etc.
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[W]hen [?]wizers beware that ye get not your Pakes.
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Lilibo, etc.
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Or we do declair being now in dispair
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we'll venture and Fight even for our bare Lives
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[d]o we Loose do we wine, we care not a Pin.
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well Furiously Fight for ourselves & our wives
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Argyles Man.
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[Go]od Lord Mar think you thus for to da[r]e us!
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Lilibo etc.
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[Pr]ay do not so fast run away with the Harrows,
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Lilibo, etc.
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[T]ho thus Grnsly you crack we'll pay your bunch back
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and make you qui[?]e other things for to know,
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[Fo]r as at Dumblain your Men were made Lame,
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[?]ixt meeting they shall get the Fa[t]al blow.
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Argyles Man
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For as your Accomplishes taken at Prestoun
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Lilibo, etc.
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Have goten Telbooths and Prisons to Rest in
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Lilibo, etc.
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So you and your Men ye shortly shall ken
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that from Perth we'll force you to slite your camp
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And in Prisons & Castles put you & you Vasles,
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and thus we'll make your Courage to damp.
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With Cannons & Boarns we'll batter Perth down
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LI libo etc.
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And thereby make you Surrender the Town,
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Lilibo, etc.
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Your fusies and Forts yea & your Town Ports
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shall never be able our Strength to withstand
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For plenty of Ball both Great and Small,
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will duub[t]less Mar & his Men soon com[?]
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Mar's Man
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Good Bellie Souldier why do you so wipe,
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Lilibo, etc.
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As yet you have not put quite out our Pipe,
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Li[l]ibo, etc.
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Tho m[a]ny one thinks that Mar now sherinks;
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and like a Tyred C[?]ck would Fain give it o're
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Yet he will not yeild as long as he can wield,
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and handsomely handle a Trusty claymore,
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The taking of Perth is very soon said,
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Lillibo, etc.
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But you'l find our projects more cunningly laid.
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Lilibo, etc.
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Then ye are aware even by my Lord Mar
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yea and the rest of [?]hose of his crew.
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Which if they Succed and Truly come speed
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to the bussiness Whigs then bid an adwe.
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Argyles Man.
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Your projects my Lord are indeed very deep
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Lilibo etc.
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Sometime executed when Men are asleep,
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Lilibo etc.
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Instance that Night when with all your might,
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your Men did endeavour and attemp to Attack
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Even Edinburgh great castle but fate did them baffle,
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the Actors were thrown head long on their back.
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