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 P[erjur'd Loon]s 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 Co]ast.
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I ha' ne'r been here sin' Forty Three,
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And now thro' Scotland gang to'l see our Gracious King;
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But W[u]nds [a Geud, ins]tead of Mirth and Mery Glee,
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I find aud Sniveling Presbyter is coming in.
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[2]
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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 Commonwealth and KING
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The muckle Deel did surely never hatch in Hell.
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For, like Roman Cataline, 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 and 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 K]ING,
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Whom Cu[confound for being] sike a senseless Loon,
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Can they who did the[ir Lawfu]l Lord to th' Scaffold bring
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Be just to him that [has no T]itle to a Croon.
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But they find he [is Blockhead] 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-Mon[arch, whom the Rab]ble may abuse;
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And their busi[ness 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 E]ne wou'd guided be;
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And Prophane L[awn-sleeves and Sur]plices again must down,
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Then hey for [our Old Presbytery.]
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B------ a States-m[an would be] thought,
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And reason geud that [he sh]ou'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 B[ant]er, and Three Kingdoms Sham.
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All the Male-Content[s His] Noble Grace
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To this Rehearsal did [i]nvite, to hear and see
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But whilst he wittily con[t]riv'd it but a Farce,
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The busier Noddles turn'd it into Tragedy.
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And now each A[ctor does be]gin 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 Re]bel so by rote of heart,
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That the Fictitio[us] Story seems as true.
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And now, withou[t c]ontroll, they apprehend and hang;
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And with th[e Nation] all is Gospel that they Swear;
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Then Bonn[y Jockey, pre]thee back to Scotland gang,
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For a Loy[al Lad's in] danger here.
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