The Committee-mans Complaint, and the
SCOTS Honest Usage.
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I Am a poore Committee-man
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(although there be not many)
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Yet where the bonny Blue-Caps come,
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those sure are poore, if any.
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The North was call'd the barren Land,
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we pittied were at London;
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To us the Plagues of Egypt came,
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and have our Countries undone.
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You need not goe too farre to aske,
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examine M. Needam,
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Hee'le sweare, all that the Scots have done,
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is for the Kingdomes freedome.
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That Money was first sent to them,
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but summon'd them together;
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The next great Sum was for them rays'd,
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that was to bring them hither:
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Our loyall friends, who call'd the Scots,
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now heartily abhorre them,
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But that Sir Thomas Fairfax came,
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they had not now sent for them.
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You need not etc.
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These Northern Locusts to us came
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in swarmes, like Bees together;
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But they may thank their Generall King,
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or they had nere raught hither:
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Had he beene like Sir Marmaduke,
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we then had struck a Battell;
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And made the bonny Blue-Cap run
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to Tweede, like Summer Cattell.
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You need not etc.
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But they into our Countrey came,
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and will you know the reason?
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'Twas for our gudes they came, they say,
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and that could be no Treason.
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No sooner were they come, but they
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our gudes began to plunder,
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And left us nothing but our Soyle,
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that they could beare or sunder.
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You need not etc.
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They left us Sicknesses and Sinnes,
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(the Darlings of that Nation)
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The Flux, the nastie Pestilence,
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Lust, Pride, Dissimulation;
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Besides, they have infected us
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with strange Religious Treasons,
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And maskt them with a Covenant,
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more to abuse our Reasons.
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You need not etc.
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Besides their Money monthly rays'd,
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our Lands were sequestrated,
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Two hundred thousand pounds they got,
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and all their demands stated:
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All what they lik't, our Horse and Armes
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they tooke so they disarm'd us,
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And left the North as poore as Job,
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and swore our wealth but harm'd us.
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You need not etc.
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They out of of Yorkshire carryed more
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then would have bought two Scotlands,
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Yet could not keepe our Horse alive,
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they have lesse Grasse then Oat-lands:
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Our men in Scotland dy'd like Dogs,
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with change of Ayre and Dyet,
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With gude Oatmeale, long & short Keale,
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yet will they not be quiet.
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You need not etc.
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This Needam is Britannicus,
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so they mis-name the Creature,
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There's scarce a Car-man in the Towne;
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but dares proclaime him traytor:
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And for the bonny Blue-Cap, I
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will be so bold to tell him,
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Had he his gude King Charles againe,
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for Siller he would sell him.
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But since the South, to save themselves,
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the Loyall North have undone,
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We hope there is a Northern man
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may now come even with London.
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You need not goe too farre to aske,
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examine M. Needam,
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Hee'le sweare, all that the Scots have done,
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is for the Kingdomes freedome.
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