A
POEM
Upon the most potent Prince James D[uk]e
of Hamilton; anent the Union, of Great Britain.
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ALL You Brave Noble Men, give Ear,
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A Declaration You shall hear,
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Of a Brave Noble Man of Fame,
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His Stile it is Duke Hamiltone.
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For He's a Man well Lov'd with GOD,
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And still He's for a firme Abode.
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I hope in Heav'n His Soul shall Rest,
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And be His Dwelling Place at last.
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I think there's none that knows this Man,
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But I am sure will wish the same,
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For it is true, He is well Lov'd,
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I need go not Far for to prove't.
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GOD Prosper Him long in this Land,
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And Bless them who're at His Command,
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But them who would not Him Obey,
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They are not Wise, I dare well say.
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For He's a Man that knows the Right,
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And Execute's with all His Might,
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Although that others do not so,
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We know His Vote is with other two.
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For 'tis great Honour unto Him,
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For to stand True to his Nation,
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And this He does I am right sure,
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His Good Works do good Wittness bear.
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The LORD Bless Brave Duke Hamiltoun,
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For He's a Man of great Renown.
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And has been Born for Scotlands Good,
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And under GOD He is their Head.
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For He's the Head of this Nation
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Except Queen ANN that now doth Riegn,
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Therefore Good People Sing and say,
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GOD send Him great Prosperity.
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Ive heard it said both far and near,
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In Scotland He's the highest Peer,
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And yet He is as Humble a Man.
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As Mortal Flesh before can stand.
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I hope that I shall hear it so,
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That through the Nation it shall go,
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His Worthy Witt for to be known
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Tho He be neither KING nor QUEEN
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I would that I might see it true.
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Then Scotland would not need to Rue,
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Nor would they be in such a Fear,
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But Bless the Womb that did Him Bear,
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Your Dukes, your Earls, your Lords, your Lairds,
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I'l speak nothing to their dispraise,
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But amongst them all there is not one.
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Like the worthy Duke of Hamilton:
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Now the Grace of GOD to be his Guide,
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And to surround him one every side
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Good wishers all will say Amen,
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And pray long let this Hero Reign.
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Now all ye people up and down,
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Will sing this with a merry Tune,
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And for my self where ever I go.
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I'le sing this Song for ought I know.
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