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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	great_a	lord_n	see_v	5,118	5	3.3465	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04470	The speech of a fyfe laird, newly come from grave [sic].	P. M.	1680 (1680)	Wing M66B; ESTC R180227	2,655	1

THE SPEECH OF A FYFE LAIRD NEWLY COME FROM GRAVE WHat accident what strange mishap Awakes me from my heavenly nap What sprit what God-head by the lave Hath rais'd my Body from the Grave It is an hundred years almost Since I was buried in the dust And now I think that I am living Or else but doubt my brains are raving Yet do I feel while as I study The faculties of all my Body I taste I smel I touch I hear I find my sight exceeding clear Then I 'm alive yea sure I am I know it by my corporal frame But in what part where can I be My wavering brains yet tortures me Once I was call'd a great Fyff Laird I dwelt not far from the Hall-yard But who enjoys my Land and Pleugh My Castle and my fine Cole-heugh I can find out no living man Can tell me this do what I can Yet if my memory serve me well This is the Shyre where I did dwell This is the part where I was born For lo beneath me stands Kinghorn And there about the Lowmond hill Stands as it stood yet ever still There is Bruntiland Aberdore I see Fyffs coast alongst the shore Yet I am right for my life This is my native Countrey Fyff O but it 's long and many a year Since last my feet did travel here I find great change in old Lairds places I know the ground but not the faces Where shall I turn me first about for my acquaintance is worn out O this is strange that even in Fyff I do know neither Man nor Wife No Earl no Lord no Laird no People But Lesly and the Mark-inch steeple Old noble W●eems and that is all I think enjoys their Farhers hall For from Dumfermling to Fyffs-ness I do know none that doth possess 〈◊〉 Grandsyres Castles and his Towers 〈◊〉 is away that once was ours 〈◊〉 full of wrath I scorn to tarrie I ●now them no more than the Fairie 〈◊〉 I admire and marvel strange What is the cause of this great change I hear a murmuring report Passing amongst the common sort For some says this and some says that And others tell I know not what Some says the Fyff Lairds ever rews Since they began to take the Lews That bargain first did brew their bail ●s tells the honest men of Crail Same doth ascribe their supplantation Into the Lawyers Congregation ●o but this is a false suppose For all things wyts that well not goes ●e what it will there is some source ●ath bred this universal curse This transmigration and earth-quake ●hat caus●d the Lairds of Fyff to break He that enthrones a shepherdling He that dethrones a potent King And he that makes a Cotter Laird The Barrous Bairns to delve a Yard Almighty he that shakes the Mountains And brings great rivers from smal fountains It is the power of his hand That makes both Lords Lairds have land Yet there may be as all men knaws An evident and well seen cause A publick and a common evil That made the meekle Master-devil To cast his Club all Fyff throughout And lent each Laird a deadly rout Mark then I 'll tell you how it was What way this wonder came to pass It sets me best the truth to pen Because I fear no mortal men When I was born a meddle-yerd wight There was no word of Laird or Knight The greatest Styles of honour than Was to be tituled the Goodman But changing time hath chang'd the case And puts a Laird in Good-mans place For why my Gossip Good man Iohn And honest Iames whom I think on When we did meet whiles at the haulking We us'd no cringes but hands shaking No bowing shouldring gambe-scraping No French whistling or Dutch gaping We had no Garments in our Land But were spun by the Good-wives hand No Drap de-berry cloaths of seal No stuffs ingrain'd in Cusheneal No Plulsh no Tushue Cramosie No China Turky Toffaty No proud Piropus Paragon Or Chackerallay there was none No Figurata or Water-camblet No Bishops-satine or silk Chamblet No cloth of Gold or Bever-hats We car'd more for then the Cats Nor windy flowrishing flying Feathers Nor sweet permusied shambo leathers No hilt nor crampet richly hatched A lance a sword in hand we snatched Such base and boyish vanities Did not beseem our dignities We were all real and compleat Stout for our Friends on horse or feet True to our Prince to shed our blood For Kirk and for our common good Such men we were it is well known As in our Chronicles are shown This made us dwel into our land And our Posterity to stand But when the young Laird became vain And went away to France and Spain Rome racking wandring here and there O then began our bootless care Pride puft him up because he was Far travell'd and return'd an Ass Then must the Laird the Good-man oy Be Knighted straight and make convoy Coatche through the street with Horses four Foot-grooms pasmented ore and ore Himself cut out and slasht so wide En'n his whole shirt his skin both hide Gowpherd gratnizied cloaks rear pointed Embroidered lac'd with boots disjointed A belt embost wich Gold and purle False hair made craftily to curle Side breeks bebutton'd ore the garters Was ne're the like seen in our quarters Tobacoo and wine Frontinack Potato pasties Spanish sack Such uncouth food such meat and drink Could never in our stomack sink Then must the Granure swear and swagger And show himself the bravest bragger A bon-companion and a drinker A delicate and dainty ginker So is seen on 't These foolish gigs Hath caus'd his Worship sell his rigs Sy Lady as she is a woman Is born a helper to undo man Her Ladiship must have a share For she is play-maker and mair For she invents a thousand toys That house and hold and all destroys As scarfs shephrons tuffs and rings Fairdings facings powerings Rebats revands bands and ruffs Lapbands shagbands cuffs and muffs Folding outlayes pearling sprigs Aterys vardigals periwigs Hats hoods wyrs and kells Washing-balls perfuming smels French gows cut out and double banded Iet rings to make her pleasant handed A fan a feather bracelets gloves All new-come busks she dearly loves For such trim bony baby clouts Still on the Laird she greets and shouts Which made the Laird take up more gear Then all the Land and ●igs could bear These are the Emblems that declares The Merchants thriftless needless wares The Taylors curious vanity My Ladies prodigality This is the truth which I discover I do not care for feed or favor For what I was yet still I am An honest plain true dealing man And if these words of mine would mend them I care not by though I offend them Her● is the cause most plainly shown That hath our Countrey-overthrown It 's said of old that others harms Is oftentimes the wise mans arms And he is thought most wise of all That learns good from his neighbors fall It grieves my heart to see this age I cannot stay to act more stage I will ingrave me in the ground And rest there till the trumpet sound And if I have said ought affray Which may a messons mind dismay I do appeal before the throne Or the great powers three in one The Supream Soveraignity The Parliament of verity And if you think my Speech offends Ye must be there I's make amen●s FINIS Mercurius Scotus Hybernicus P. M.