The LOYAL SCOT;
An Excellent New SONG,
To an Excellent New SCOTCH Tune.
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BRead of Geud! I think the Nation's mad,
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And nene but Knaves and Perjur'd Loons do rule the Roast;
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And for an Honest Karl ne Living's to be had;
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Why sure the Deel is Landed on the English Coast.
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I ha' ne'r been here sin' Forty Three,
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And now thro' Scotland gang to see our gracious King;
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But Wunds a Geud, instead of Mirth and Merry Glee,
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I find aud Sniveling Presbyter is coming in.
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For they talk of Horrid Popish Plots, and Heav'n knows what,
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When all the wiser world knows well what they'd be at;
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For with sike like Sanctity the Geudest King
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They did to Death and Ruine bring.
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When on the Civil Broils they first did enter in,
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(as well ye ken) with Popery they did begin;
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And with Liberty and Publick Geud was muckle din,
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When the Deel a bit they meant the Thing.
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That Machine of Monstrous Policy,
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I mean old S------ for Loyalty so fam'd;
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The voice of all the Geudly Rabble Mobile,
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The falsest Loon that ever Envy destin'd Damn'd.
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Heav'n sure never meant so fou a Thing,
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But to inform the World where Villany did dwell:
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And sike a Traytor both to Common-wealth and KING
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The muckle Deel did surely never hatch in Hell.
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For, sike Roman Cateline, to gain his pious Ends,
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He pimps for all the Loose Rebellious Fops in Toon;
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And with treats& treason daily crams his City-Friends,
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From the Link-man to the Scarlet-Goon.
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And with high Debauchery they carry on the Cause,
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And Geudly Reformation is the Sham pretence;
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And Religiously defie Divine and Humane Laws,
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With Obedience to their Rightful Prince.
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Then a SPEAKER to this Grand Cabal,
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Old Envy Tony seated at the Head o'th' Board,
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His Learn'd Oration for Rebellion makes to All,
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Applauded and approv'd by ev'ry Factious Lord.
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Cully Jemmy then they Vote for KING,
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Whom curse confound for being sike a senseless Loon;
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Can they who did their lawful Lord to th' Scaffold bring
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Be just to him that has no Title to a Croon.
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But they find he is a Block-head fitted for their Use,
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A Fool by Nature, and a Knave by Custom grown;
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A Gay-Fop-Monarch, whom the Rabble may abuse;
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And their business done, will soon Unthrone.
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But Jemmy swears and vows, gan he can get the Croon,
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He by the Laws of Forty Ene wou'd guided be;
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And Prophane Lawn-sleeves and Surplices again must down,
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Then hey for our Old Presbytery.
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B---a States-man would be thought,
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And reason geud that he shou'd bear that Rev'rend Name;
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Since he was one of them that first began the PLOT,
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How the King might Banter, & Three Kingdoms Sham.
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All the Male-contents His Noble Grace
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To this Rehearsal did invite, to hear and see:
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But whilst he wittily contriv'd it but a Farce,
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The busier Noddles turn'd it into Tragedy.
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And now each Actor does begin to play his Part,
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And too so well he cons his Geer, and takes his Cue,
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Till they learn to play the Rebel so by rote of Heart,
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That the Fictitious Story seems as true.
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And now, without controll, they apprehend and hang;
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And with the Nation all is Gospel that they Swear;
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Then Bonny Jockey prethee back to Scotland gang,
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For a Loyal Lads in danger here.
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