A Seasonable Advice,
TO ALL
who encline to go in Pirrating;
DRAWN FROM
What has happ'ned to Captain Green,
As it were from his own mouth,
One of that Rank.
To the Tune of, To the Weaver if ye go, etc.
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MY Countrymen who do intend
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on Pirrating to go,
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Be sure what e're ye may pretend
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The certain end is wo,
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I know't to sad Experience.
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The better may I tell,
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I thought myself in Sure defence,
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But suddenly I fell.
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Some often did me much perswad,
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No ill to me should come
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Altho' of this I should make trade
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Even till the day of doom.
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But Oh! these thoughts are nought, for now,
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(I tell it to my grief)
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I to the SCOTS am made to bow,
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and they bring no Relief.
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They thought the SCOTS would never dar
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An English to Sentence,
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But they're beguiled very far,
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Tho' they pretended Sence.
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They're SCOTS, not sots, as they did say,
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Yea, Honest Men, and Bold;
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Else for the Money I would pay,
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my life to me they'd sold.
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They surely know how some them hate
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and here they're not behind.
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They ev'n would eat such as their Meat
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if occasion they could find.
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And tho' it's true, WALLACE is dead,
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Y[e]t take no Hope from that.
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Fo[r] sure there are some in his stead,
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Who some way fill his Hat.
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And now for all the Gear I won
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I certainly must die,
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And nought will my offence attone
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but Hanging on a Tree,
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A Death! I'm sure found out at first,
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for Dogs and not for Men,
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I'd rather suffer what they list,
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than thus my Name to stain.
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But this they slighting justly 'ntend
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a Scar.Crow me to make,
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To ev'ry Man who has a mind
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such course to undertake,
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What e're we think to do 'gainst them,
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I know they sure will stand:
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For I can say and all my Men,
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GOD is at their Right Hand.
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Therefore my Country Men, I pray
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be war ye wrong the SCOTS,
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For GOD 'mongst them doth open Lay,
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whats done 'gainst them in Plots,
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And tho' smale Faults they oft Remit,
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of their great Clemencie,
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Yet surely Medes, themselves they'l quite,
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in Crimes of this Degree.
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