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How Providence and yet a Scottish crew	A
Then Madam Nature wears black patches too	A
What shall our nation be in bondage thus	B
Unto a land that truckles under us	B
Ring the bells backward I am all on fire	C
Not all the buckets in a country quire	D
Shall quench my rage A poet should be feared	E
When angry like a comet's flaming beard	E
And where's the stoic can his wrath appease	F
To see his country sick of Pym's disease	F
By Scotch invasion to be made a prey	G
To such pigwidgeon myrmidons as they	G
But that there's charm in verse I would not quote	H
The name of Scot without an antidote	H
Unless my head were red that I might brew	A
Invention there that might be poison too	A
Were I a drowsy judge whose dismal note	H
Disgorgeth halters as a juggler's throat	H
Doth ribbons could I in Sir Empiric's tone	I
Speak pills in phrase and quack destruction	J
Or roar like Marshall that Geneva bull	K
Hell and damnation a pulpit full	K
Yet to express a Scot to play that prize	L
Not all those mouth grenadoes can suffice	M
Before a Scot can properly be curst	H
I must like Hocus swallow daggers first	H
Come keen iambics with your badger's feet	H
And badger like bite till your teeth do meet	H
Help ye tart satirists to imp my rage	N
With all the scorpions that should whip this age	N
Scots are like witches do but whet your pen	O
Scratch till the blood come they'll not hurt you then	O
Now as the martyrs were enforced to take	P
The shape of beasts like hypocrites at stake	P
I'll bait my Scot so yet not cheat your eyes	L
A Scot within a beast is no disguise	L
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No more let Ireland brag her harmless nation	J
Fosters no venom since the Scot's plantation	J
Nor can our feigned antiquity obtain	Q
Since they came in England hath wolves again	O
The Scot that kept the Tower might have shown	I
Within the grate of his own breast alone	I
The leopard and the panther and engrossed	H
What all those wild collegiates had cost	H
The honest high shoes in their termly fees	F
First to the salvage lawyer next to these	F
Nature herself doth Scotchmen beasts confess	R
Making their country such a wilderness	B
A land that brings in question and suspense	S
God's omnipresence but that Charles came thence	S
But that Montrose and Crawford's loyal band	H
Atoned their sin and christened half their land	H
Nor is it all the nation hath these sports	T
There is a Church as well as Kirk of Scots	U
As in a picture where the squinting paint	H
Shows fiend on this side and on that side saint	H
He that saw hell in's melancholy dream	V
And in the twilight of his fancy's theme	V
Scared from his sins repented in a fright	H
Had he viewed Scotland had turned proselyte	H
A land where one may pray with curst intent	H
Oh may they never suffer banishment	H
Had Cain been Scot God would have changed his doom	W
Not forced him wander but confined him home	X
Like Jews they spread and as infection fly	Y
As if the devil had ubiquity	H
Hence 'tis they live at rovers and defy	Y
This or that place rags of geography	H
They're citizens of the world they're all in all	Z
Scotland's a nation epidemical	Z
And yet they ramble not to learn the mode	H
How to be dressed or how to lisp abroad	H
To return knowing in the Spanish shrug	A2
Or which of the Dutch states a double jug	A2
Resembles most in belly or in beard	H
The card by which the mariners are steered	H
No the Scots errant fight and fight to eat	H
Their ostrich stomachs make their swords their meat	H
Nature with Scots as tooth drawers hath dealt	H
Who use to string their teeth upon their belt	H
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Yet wonder not at this their happy choice	B2
The serpent's fatal still to Paradise	M
Sure England hath the hemorrhoids and these	F
On the north postern of the patient seize	F
Like leeches thus they physically thirst	H
After our blood but in the cure shall burst	H
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Let them not think to make us run o' the score	C2
To purchase villenage as once before	C2
Call them good subjects buy them gingerbread	H
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Not gold nor acts of grace 'tis steel must tame	D2
The stubborn Scot a prince that would reclaim	D2
Rebels by yielding doth like him or worse	E2
Who saddled his own back to shame his horse	F2
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Was it for this you left your leaner soil	Z
Thus to lard Israel with Egypt's spoil	Z
They are the Gospel's life guard but for them	G2
The garrison of New Jerusalem	H2
What would the brethren do The Cause The Cause	I2
Sack possets and the fundamental laws	J2
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Lord What a godly thing is want of shirts	K2
How a Scotch stomach and no meat converts	K2
They wanted food and raiment so they took	L2
Religion for their seamstress and their cook	L2
Unmask them well their honors and estate	H
As well as conscience are sophisticate	H
Shrive but their titles and their moneys poise	M2
A laird and twenty pence pronounced with noise	M2
When contrued but for a plain yeoman go	N2
And a good sober twopence and well so	N2
Hence then you proud impostors get you gone	O2
You Picts in gentry and devotion	J
You scandal to the stock of verse a race	P2
Able to bring the gibbet in disgrace	P2
Hyperbolus by suffering did traduce	P2
The ostracism and shamed it out of use	P2
The Indian that Heaven did forswear	Q2
Because he heard some Spaniards were there	Q2
Had he but known what Scots in hell had been	R2
He would Erasmus like have hung between	S2
My Muse hath done A voider for the nonce	P2
I wrong the devil should I pick their bones	P2
That dish is his for when the Scots decease	P2
Hell like their nation feeds on barnacles	P2
A Scot when from the gallow tree got loose	P2
Drops into Styx and turns a solan goose	P2

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