A pair of Prodigals Returned:
OR,
ENGLAND and SCOTLAND agreed.
In a Conference between an Englishman and a Scot, concerning the Restauration of
CHARLES II. to his Crown and Kingdomes.
To the Tune of Cook-Laurel.
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Eng. TUsh Jocchee, we have no more Kings to Betray:
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What made thee to trouble our Aire?
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We have gallant men enough here in pay,
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And need not your brotherly care;
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Your Nation is Infamous, Natives abhor'd,
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Your curse exceeds Cains, crimes his outvy;
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He murther'd his brother, you sold your dread Lord;
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He's curs'd for to wander, you pent in your sty.
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Scot. Thau fase Loone, dast began farst to cray hawre?
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Yau murthard aur geud King aud Charles;
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And when ye'ave abeused aur feath, day you pawre
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Reprauches apan us lick Carles?
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The guilt of aur feully is dinged away
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By the blood of meny a Laird;
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But tell yau restaur his Bearn, yau mey pray,
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Bat yar credit wo ner be repair'd.
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E. Hold your peace sirrah, d'ye think to prevaile,
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And become a comptroler here?
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Wee'l make you all your blew bonnets to vayle,
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O're us you shall not domineer:
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I wonder you can be so foolishly proud,
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Since that you may well remember
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Your pitiful fortune, at home and abroad,
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Upon the third day of September.
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S. 'Tis trau, I confas, we were bonged weele
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Upan thaut unhaupie day,
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Bat yaur shaums ta coome, & the Muckle deele,
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In dewe time wo be sure it to pay.
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We fought fo breave Charles, aur Gracious geud King,
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In aur Cose wa mooch o renown;
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Bat yau English stawnd fo no sicker thing,
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Bat bausly rob'd him O his Crown.
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E. I prethee good Jocchee, lets talke thus no more,
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Must the Devil now correct sin?
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It is not safe to rip up an old sore,
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To be wise, then let us begin:
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We have both been Traitrous Rebells t' our Prince,
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Drentcht our hands in his Innocent blood,
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Let's expiate our crimes by obedience, since
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never too late to be good.
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S. Gid feith braw English Lod, giffe me thy haund,
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Naw thau & I been well agreed,
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We's fight fo King Charles sa lang we con stond,
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Fo thear neaver wa a meere need:
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Twonty years sonce thau kenst vara weel;
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Theek launds waure in mikle peace,
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Bat thon aur praude haurts o'recoume by the deele
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Maud aw aur hoppinesse cease.
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E. These Nations did flourish, 'tis true, brother Scot,
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In those blessed days of yore,
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But Charles restored will soon place our lot
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In the self-same ground as before;
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Then let us pray that the time may soon come,
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When he shall returne from exile;
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And heartily blesse those that will bring home
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The Father of Great Britains Isle.
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S. In soth my geud freend, thau speakest bet reason,
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Weese did couvenant sa fo ta dooe;
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And if we gang on in Rebellion and Treason,
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We sha neaver aur blossings reneow:
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Bat aur brauve Generaul, and nauble Commaunders,
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Ise haupe wo restaure aur Glee,
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And fach aur geud King fro Brussels in Flaunders,
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Ta finish aur proosperitee.
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E. Faith Jocckee, I tell thee I am of thy mind,
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Our Noble Georg near did intend
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To abandon his loyalty (chang with each wind)
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Though he did awhile it suspend:
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Yet as I may freely confesse unto thee,
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He was not so great in my books,
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When our Posts and Chains cut down I did see,
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And our Gates remov'd from their Hooks.
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S. Bred mon that wa bet the faw Rump fo ta please,
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And ta leet tha Citizens ken
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Wha he could dooe: Bet after tway dayes
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He broought in tha ------ Mombers agen;
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Than fear net bet George is a Trojan trew,
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Begarre mon he scarn to be bause;
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Wha ere sal say that he is not trew blew,
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I'se give him a floope o're the fause.
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E. Gramarcy brave Blew-cap, I think thou canst fight,
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Which is somewhat rare in a Scot;
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Then faith we will see the King have his Right,
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Or else we'l both go to the Pot.
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S. Haw, Haw, my brave Boy, I wee'l understaund,
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Thoy haurt is ta loaylty bont;
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Bat we sall ha aw things done ta aur haund,
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Soon by a Free Porlemont.
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E. I doubt not (dear Jocchee) but this Parliament
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Will prove such as we both desire,
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For in my own Country the common voice ment
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For my Landlord, an honest old Squire.
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Then have at thee Jocchee, here's a full Bowle,
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To the King and to George, lets not bodg em.
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S. Coontent annest lod, Gars coors o his sowle,
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Whick sall refuse fo ta plodg em.
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