The true Scots Mens Lament for the
Loss of the Rights of their Ancient
Kingdom.
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SHall Monarchy be quite forgot,
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and of it no more heard?
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Antiquity be razed out,
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and Slav'ry put in Stead?
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Is Scots Mens Blood now grown so cold
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the Valour of their Mind,
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That they can never once reflect
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on old long sine, etc.?
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What shall become now of our Crown,
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we have so long possest?
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Is it no more fashonable,
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that we should have it dress'd?
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Shall we it for Tobacco sell,
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and never once repine?
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Ah! then it's late for to reflect
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on old long sine, etc.
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How oft have our Fore-fathers spent
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their Blood in its Defence;
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Shall we than have it stol'n away
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by English Influence?
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We'll curse the Actors of the Deed,
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when under Yoke we pine:
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Why will ye not again reflect
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on old long sine?
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Old Albion, what will become of thee
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when England sits thy Judge?
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May thou not only then expect,
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Oppression but Refuge?
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It's their Design to ruine thee,
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as clearly may be seen:
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Why wilt thou not again reflect
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on old long sine, etc.?
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How shall our crazy Shoulders bear,
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the Burden of their Tax;
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Tho' they be rich, and we but poor,
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they will not us relax;
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Unless some skilful one ov'rturn
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the Ground of their Design;
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But then it's late for to reflect
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on old long sine, etc.
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The Name of Britain shortly will
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thy Body hence possess,
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England thy Head will flourish great,
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thy Body will decrease,
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The Union will thy Ruine be,
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thou'll know in future Time;
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Yet still you seem for to forget
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good old long sine etc.
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Was not our Nation sometime brave,
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invincible and stout;
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Conquering Cesar that great King,
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could not put it to Rout;
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Nor not so much as Tribute get,
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for all his great Design:
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These Men I think thought to maintain
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good old long sine, etc.
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Did not Romish Ambassadors,
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before our King kneel down?
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I mean Carbredus Claudius great,
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most valiant of Renown;
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And the Proposals of a Peace,
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unto him did resign;
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These Actions may make us reflect
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on old long sine, etc.
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The Royal Bruce, if now alive,
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he surely would regrate,
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And blame our Grandees irefully
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of Scotlands wretched State;
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And tell them he priz'd Monarchy,
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while he was in his Prime,
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And bid them look right speedily
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to old long sine, etc.
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May not Experience teach thee well,
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in Edward Lang-shanks Reign,
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How they pretended Good to thee,
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yet since mean'd no such Thing;
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But meerly stole from us the Chair,
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we did so much esteem:
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It's strange to me ye should forget
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good old long sine, etc.
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Yet it was not by their own Strength,
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that they gain'd such a Prise;
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But by our base Malecontents
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who did them well advise;
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I mean, the Cuming, Kilpatrick,
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Vallange of Treach'rous Mind,
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Such Men I fear have now the Cause,
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that we must now so pine.
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Do not you mind the Barns of Air,
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where eighteen Score were kill'd,
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Under the Colour of a Truce,
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our Worthies Blood was spill'd?
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And what by Force they could not win
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by Fraud they did obtain:
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Me wonders you should so forget,
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good old long sine, etc.
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Remember William Wallace Wight,
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and his Accomplicies,
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Scotland th[?]ook [?]o free,
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when it was in Distress.
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Likewise Sir James the Black Douglas
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under the Bruces Reign;
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These Men spar'd not their Blood to spill
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for old long sine, etc.
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Why did you thy Union break
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thou had of late with France;
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Where Honors were conferr'd on thee?
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but now, not so is thy Chance:
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Thou must subject thy Neck unto
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a false proud Nation;
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And more and more strive to forget
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good old long sine, etc.
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Was it their seeming Riches that
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induced thee to sell
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Thy Honors, which as never yet
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no Monarch e're could quel?
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Nor our Integrities once break,
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in all the bygone Time?
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Yet now ye seem for to forget
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good old long sine, etc.
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The elder Brother let him read,
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the Neighbour Margin Line;
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The second than let him look back
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to ruin'd Darien:
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I'm hopeful then you will remorse,
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on former Ill that's done;
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And strive in Time for for to maintain
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good old long sine, etc.
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Now mark and see what is the Cause
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of this so great a Fall:
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Comtempt of Faith, Falshood, Deceit,
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and Villany withal;
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But rouse yourselves like Scotish Lads,
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and quit you selves as Men:
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And more and more strive to mantain
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good old long sine, etc.
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