A Confession and Lamentation: recomended to Mr. Madder to
subscribe before his Death that thereby he may Appease his
Countrey Mens wrath thats hot against him for his unaccount-
able Hardness,
sAY, To the Tune of, Captain JOHNSTONS Lament.
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MY Countrey Men come here Ile tell
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What now I must Confess,
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You've cal'd me Rogue these many days
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It's true I am no less:
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Im Rogue to GOD to you and all
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With whom I had to do,
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Except to these my fellow Rogues?
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Green and his wicked Crew.
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I many offers had from GOD
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Of peace, whil'st in this Land.
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But I alace in stead of these,
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Embrac'd the Dev'ls command:
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I hatted GOD and all his Like,
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As clearly may appear,
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By many things, but more by this,
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For which Im fast keept here.
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I cannot all my Sins rehearse,
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Too many to be told,
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But 'gainst my Country what I've done
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I clearly will unfold?
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It doth me irk to think how long
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The same I have conceal'd
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But yet I'm glad; that now I see
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My heart at length doth yeeld,
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I from my Yeuth-upward did hate
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my Countrys Povertie.
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Although I know Its only Spring
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Is Her pure Honestie.
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To England therefor I did go
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To won Money to spend,
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I won, and spent much, GOD know's how?
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For which I make this end.
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To DRUMMOND's Murder, I was keen,
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Although I was a SCOT.
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When English some for Mercy cry'd,
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I cruely cryed, Not I
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In fine, we Murder'd, all the Crue,
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A most Nottorious Crime!
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Wherefore in suffering Punishments,
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The cruellest should be mine.
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I did GOD'S Deputes here revile:
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Thinking them to Outbrav,
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A Hineous Sin I do confess
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for which I pardon crave.
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First from my Gracious GOD 'gainst whom
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I dreadfully have Sin'd,
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And then from them, from whom I have
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full pardon for to find.
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I might confess, more dreadfull Sins
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committed by my hand,
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But that I think these I have told,
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do most concern this Land
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Let then my other Sins by GOD
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Be pardoned I pray,
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And let these only Ones by you,
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Be freely passed by.
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Think not. that I my Life do seek.
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Or do the same desire;
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I think my life well spent if it
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Appease my Countreys Ire,
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I only Begg while Justice doth
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My Life most justly crave
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You to our GOD in my behalf
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Some Tears and Prayers may give,
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My Country Men hiss not at me.
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In this my Miserie
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Neither my Person, but my Crime,
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And practises hate ye:
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What e're Ive done I surely am
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A SCOTS Man truely Born.
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Tho' at this time by my desert
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I Justly am forelorn.
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To ev'ry SCOT that this doth come
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I this advice commend.
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That He his Countrey don't deny
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For any Selfish end.
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Or Sure the Just GOD shall pursue
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With such reward as Mine.
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And then be sure he shall Repent,
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When it is Out of Time.
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