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NOble Argyle when he went on, while Drums did rattle and Trumpet sound Come Brave Boys wel stand our Ground, for Three to One wel fight them. As soon as Mar did see the same, he cryed aloud with Grief and Woe, We are not able to fight our Foe, let us turn back with Mourning. Yonders Argyle that Champion great, who to our King hath no Respect, With Bombs and Cannons hel make us quake, Let us for Peace implore him. These Men with Courage bold went on, like Lyons to the Prey each one, For if to the King this thing be known, hel nobly reward us. Each Man unto the Spoyl he gat, Some got Plaids and Snuff mills in their Pack, Some had Targets, and some had none to keep them from the Volleys. Saith Mar I will to London go, Perhaps the King will Favour show, But Mercy I fear there will be none to such a Rebel as I am. I have wrought Folly in this Land, both Sword and Gun I did command, Out of every Place I fetcht a Clan, For to revenge this Quarrel. With Fear and Terror I may dread, what shall be the Exent of this Head Our Lands become a Field of Blood, its all through my Occasion. He brought us from our Native Place, here to suffer much Disgrace, His heavy Curse come on his Face, for he hath wroght our Ruine. All for our King we did appear, our Cries and Groans we thought hed hear, And for our Laws he would appear, yet he doth not regard us. Two Thousand Men from me are gone, to pull the King out of his Throne, But now they are taken every one, they are made to beg for Pardon.
Here in St. Johnstoun I do ly, with Sighs and Groans and Tears I cry, I know that many of us shall dye, like Dogs we must be hanged. Here I am surrounded about, no Place nor corner can get out, For if to the Fields I should go out, theyre at my Heels pursuing. For if to the Highlands I should flee, there will be no Refuge for me, No Cove, no Grove, no Rock I see, to keep me from their Fury. Argyle he is so Valiant still, that many of my Men hel kill, Upon me he advances still, at length he will undo me. He with his Mighty Cannon Balls, hel batter down both Towns and Walls, And many of my Captains falls, they bleedingly before him. Certainly we have all been mad, first when that Bargain we had made; Hel send us neither Help nor Aid, to keep us from their Fury. My Rebellious Weapons Ill lay down, and will be Subject to the Crown, To all Generations its be known, that I shall still be Loyal. Our horrid Plots we did contrive, thinking the King for to deprive, But none of our Designs did thrive, they were so ill contrived. We were forty thousand in this Land, all bound by Association Band, We thought we would get Help at hand, but France has us deceived. A bold Attempt indeed we did make, when the Castle we designd to take, But all did prove to no Effect, our Plots were all discoverd. We know not which way now to turn, for our Magazines all destroyd and burnd, For all our Projects are backward turnd, weve wrought our own Confusion,
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