HIS GRACE
The Great Duke of ARGYL'S
Welcom to SCOTLAND
OR THE
Scots Mens great JOY and Edinburghs great Glory, for the safe Arrival of that Nobel
Peer, with his Royal Consort, etc.
To the Tune of the Drums and the Trumpets Commands me from Shoar.
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SCOTLAND Rejoyce, with a chearfull Smile
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and Drink a full Glass to the Duke of ARGYLE
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He Feights for our Church and Cause to maintain,
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The Clouds is dispel'd he's in Scotland again.
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with Fa la la la fa la la la fa la la la la la la la la
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For Conduct and Courage, ther's few can Excell,
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The Noble bold Champion the Duke of ARGYLE,
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In hot firy Battles where Thousands were slain,
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Let Scotland rejoice since he's safe come again.
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Fa, la, etc.
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Tho' some at Court 'gainst him was for a while,
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The great Noble Pillar JOHN Duke of ARGYLE,
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Let all Scotland Sing, since that Noble Swain
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Is come in great Friendship to Scotland again.
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Fa la, etc.
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All true Hearted Scots Men where ever you dwell
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You owe Love to his Grace, the great Duke of Argyle,
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Who under GOD sav'd our Nation from Sword, Fire & Splain
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Now let us rejoice he's in Scotland again.
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Fa, la, etc.
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Old Albions Pillar, he evermore will,
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He'll Fight for our Nation with Victory still,
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Therefore since he's come let us Uza in main,
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Since our Valiant Bold General is in Scotland again.
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Fa la, etc.
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Tho' some in our Nation they glad were that he,
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Was quite out of Favour but now you do see,
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That Lawrals of Fame on his Brow now do smile
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The Valiant brave Champion the Duke of ARGYLE.
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Fa. la, etc.
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Among all the Campbels, give me leave to say,
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Unto this great Campbel, they all must give way,
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With wit and great Wisdom, he Conducts with skill
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Our Valiant bold General the Duke of ARGYLE.
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Fa, la, etc.
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November one Thousand seven Hundred Fifteen,
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On the Shirriff-mure his bold Courage was seen.
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Not fearing his great Noble Blood for to spill,
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So valiantly fought the great Duke of ARGYLE.
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Fa la, etc.
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In Flanders and Spain he still vanquisht his Foes,
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With undanted Courage and right hardy Blows;
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While Bullets were flying about him like Hail;
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His Foes ran before the stout Duke of ARGYLE.
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Fa la etc.
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When's Grace went couqu'ring our Foes into France
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There he went wi' George our most excellent Prince;
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Like Hero's bold they together did go,
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Conqu'ring all their proud Blood thirsty Foe.
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Fa la etc.
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And now since come home there is none dare withstand
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What Argyle thinks fit & the Prince doth command
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For they're both of one Mind and soon they'l cause
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The with'ring Thirstle bloom more fine than the Rose
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Fa la etc.
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Let all Loyal Scotsmen since Englands the Rose,
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Look down on the Thirstle, and Valiantly Rouse.
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Pray Stand by old Albion your Rights to Maintain,
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Since the Valiant ARGYL's in Scotland again,
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Fa la, etc.
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Old Albion he loves for it's his Design,
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To stand by our Nation our Rights to maintain,
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He n're will deceive us, but stand for us still.
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The Valiant brave CAMPBEL the Duke of Argyle
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Fa la, etc.
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Now since that he loves us let's all take a Fill,
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A health to the valiant brave Duke of ARGYLE,
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Wishing loog Life and happiness he may obtain
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Since his heroick Grace is in Scotland again,
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Fa, la, etc.
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