Scotch way of it into the English mans mouth a Contrivance the English Poets are extraordingry faulty in nor can their way either touch our Idioms or Accent Reader But tell me this I prithee now Author I 'll tell thee no more Man The Preface is too long all-ready Farewell James Stuart Second Seaventh ANAGRAM Just Man on Earth used Sea c. THE Labour 's lost mangle not this Sacred name For every Letter here 's an Anagram The justest Man on Earth him Heav'ns allow Justice requires that we to 's Scepter bow Such happiness be thankful prov's we are 'Pointed by God for his peculiar care He used Sea there vigorously maintain'd Our Interest and his own Glory gain'd How cou'd he fail when such Auspicious Gales Ev'n Angel-breath breez'd on his prosp'rous Sails The Bulwark of his Country King and Laws Nothing cou'd match his Courage but his Cause By Prudent Conduct Valour Wise Command Vanquish't our Foes at Sea our Hearts at Land They Trembling sink while we Triumphing stand They yield their Weapons and we give our Hearts All stoop to him subdu'd by diff'rent Arts. Why not submit Sure no Objection where There 's Lawful Conqueror and Rightful Heir Sir prostrate at your Princely Feet we lay Our Lives our Fortunes our et caetera A Dialogue c. Upon the HIGH-WAY OCCASION'D By two Great Solemnities at New-castle upon Tine The former February the 11th 1684 5. At the Proclaiming of our Dread Soveraign King James the Second and Seventh And the latter February the 13th next after at the bringing in of the New CHARTER Tenant SIR I Was at New-Castle where I trow ye ha' been I saw * such syke a Sight there as ne'er yet was seen I thought they 'd been Crowning a King or a Queen Knights Gallants and Ladys a hugious great Number Bells rang Minstrills play'd and Cannons did Thunder But what was the meaning I canno ' but wonder Pikes Muskets and Drums and * many mony gay Fellows The King's Health was Drunk at ‖ ev'ry ilk ' Tavern and Ale-house Instead of fair Water their Fountains sprang Clarret * Good Geud Fellows came in and amang 'm did share it They ranted the Day out and when the Night came I thought the †whole hail Town had been * Bonefires all in a Flame Land-lord Hold hold my Good-Neighbour let me know what you say I 'll tell ye the meaning as well as I may What Thund'ring of Cannons there was no such thing 'T was the ‖ New-castle is the chief Town in those parts Cock of the North was Clapping his Wing Ten. But * one ya thing I minded resolve me this case †Two Twa Passions appeared in ‖ ev'ry ilka Mans Face The * conside ta side seem'd Merry the t'other-side Mourn'd And Sorrow to †Gladness Blythness was instantly turn'd Land Alass now ye pinch me there is no denying Great Caesar our Monarch was lying a dying But when he exspir'd and his Soul fled to Heav'n Instead of himself his Second was giv'n Now Sorrow now Joy nothing better cou'd do it Ten. But then ‖ Charter twa days after again they fell to it Their †Wofulness â—waedeum seem'd vanish't less sign left of Grief How came that about Land I 'll tell thee in brief The day breaks agen our Horizon is clear'd The Sun in the South soon after appear'd Observe when bright Phaebus at first takes his Rise He seems not so Glorious to faint mortal Eyes Some Clouds may surround him the Morning is chill But upward advancing Carreering it still The higher he mounts it the warmer the day Ten. I's * I 'm somewhat Book-learn'd sunckat beuk-learn'd and I guess what you say Land Then a full noon of Joy possest ev'ry Heart Old and Young High and Low there Acted a part Every Bigg-belly'd Wife eas'd her Apron-String May this prove a Souldier to sight for our King Ev'ry Girl of Fourteen wisht her self a Bride For that Ten. And another ‖ good geud reason beside Land * It was full Sea and a high Spring Tide just when the King was Proclaimed here Seas roar Rivers swell expressing their Joy Th' harmonious Spheres sound Vive le Roy. Ten. What was 't they fetcht in with sike Pomp and Pride Land Their Charter their Rule their Light and their Guide Ten. They 're mighty proundon't Land So well may they since It 's great Honour to merit that Grace from their Prince Ten. Had I but kenn'd †all aw when I was in the Town I 'ad spent t'other Groat on the brisk-berry-brown And when I 've tell'd this to my ‖ poor peur Wife * old awld Megg She 'll noddle her Head tho' she ‖ cannot canno ' lift Leg. But well away Landlord the days we ha'seen Had it * always gone so aylways gane sae we happy had been Land When Rebel-Phanaticks like Lions did roar They mauld brave Newcastle and many Towns more Ten. And ‖ all aw that was Loyal they to the Ground bore Land Like stupid dull Geese they sat rotten Eggs Ten. And settling Religion they jumbl'd it to Dregs Land They cry'd up Religion like Tygers they fought for 't Ten. But ne'er * found faund it out 'till our Coffers were sought for 't Land Tubs were made Pulpits Ten. And Kirks turn'd to Stables Land Cant pass'd for Gospel Ten. Religion for Fables Land They vaunted both Babel and Dagon shou'd fall Ten. But the Rubbish smoor'd King Laws Bishops and all Land Sacriledge Treason Blood Plunder and Rape Ten. In truth it was well if our Wives did escape Land Pretending our Freedom they noos'd us in slav'ry Ten. Made ‖ holy haly pretences a Cloak for their Knav'ry Land Our nak'd Breasts exposed to Bullets and Steel Ten. By the Faith o' my Body I kenn that * full-well fow-weel Land Estates were sequest'red and not a Groat left us Ten. Of our †Goods and our Gear and geud-names they bereft us When I ‖ call to mind unbethink me of * those thea frights and fears This ‖ poor old gray Beard hangs peur auld Gray-beard hings dreeping wi' Tears I 've gane to the Market I 've bought Beef and Mutton I 've said to my Wife Dame hing us the Pot on Here 's Wheat-meal and Sewet we 'll have a Poak-Puddin Put a ‖ handful neef fow of Prunes in 't and make it a geud ane * These Thea Traitors have come I speak nathing but truth And not left me ‖ one ya bite on 't to put in my Mouth I 've tew'd this peur Carcass * both baith weary and lame And ‖ Then gone to Bed with an empty Belly syne gane to Bed with a tewm hungry wame I cannot but * weep greet Sir this sad tale to tell But ‖ more mair for my Wife and my
brought none are left behind fire God send you fair Wind fire beat Drums sound aâ•Œloft I 'll down and see the (a) Horse and Mares Yauds well fed It 's mair nor time ye were in bed Land No call my Groom inquire of him Ten. For Hostlers for maist pairt are slim Enters the Land-lady of the Inn. L. lady Sir when you please your Chamber 's ready Land Ay by and by sit down Land-lady This Loyal Health once more I 'll drink You 'll pledge me heartily I think L. lady Ay Sir I will pray hold a Sup Is full as good as the whole Cup For Women must not be o'erseen (b) To the Tepant Here Friend God bless both King and Queen Ten. Come Land lady But what d' ye say Will ye not sing a Verse or twa L. lady As heartily as ev'r I may Because it 's Coronation-day I. Right Titan when from watry Bed has fresh Career begun begs leave to dry his moisty Head at Britain's Beaming Sun He canâ•Œnot inâ•Œfluâ•Œence the Flocks nor make the Meads look green 'till he combs out his Lankey-Locks before our Radiant Queen II. What makes the new blown Rose creep in And dares not shew it's Face But makes the sweetest Flowers begin To fly with flightest pace What makes the Tulip cast it's Leaves Not let them here be seen They must not touch the sight 's too much Of Britains Beauteous Queen III. What make the lofty Cedar droop As if not well at ease What makes the neighb'ring Forests stoop As all were Shrubs no Trees Like Noon-day-Owls they hide their Boles Their timber is but mean The Royal-Oak without a stroak Will Conquer for our Queen IV. What makes Diana court the shades What makes her Nymphs recoil A Chaster Beauty them invades They 're proud they 've got the Foil Her Priests need keep no holy-day No Off'rings as have been Nor Sacrifice but to the eyes Of Britains Goddess Queen V. From whence hear I those chearful Chirps Ev'n from her Sacred Feet The Moans the Groans of needy ones Are turn'd to Musick sweet Why no Complaints from Indigents What makes the Goals so thinn The Bounty and the Charity Of Britains pious Queen Ten. Well sung dear Hostess come my Dow And let me kiss that (a) well-favour'd Mouth weel-fourd mow When awld Megg dy's then have at you Land Th' enamel'd Flower spreads its imbellish'd Leaves Gives thanks for what 't has got and more receives But haughty Rebels dare all Rights deny And God and his Anointed both defie Oh! wretch'd Ingratitude not to regard Their Sov'raigns good Example A good Subject cannot make an ill Prince nor Reward As if the Almighty only did Create Kings for the Objects of their Subjects Hate Not to be Honour'd but be spurned at We 'll talk no more I think we'ad best Go say our Pray'rs and so to rest FINIS A Catalogue of some Books Printed for Benjamin Tooke at the Ship in St. Paul's Church-Yard FOLIO HErodoti Halicarnassaei Historiaram Libri 9. Greek and Latin Francisci Suarez Tractatus de Legibus ac Deo Legislatore The Works of the most Reverend Father in God John Bramhall D. D. late Lord Arch-Bishop of Ardmagh Primate and Metropolitan of all Ireland with his Life A Collection of all the Statutes now in force in the Kingdom of Ireland Sir Richard Baker's Chronicle of the Kings of England Dr. Littleton's Sermons Bishop Sanderson's Sermons Sir Hum. Winch's Book of Entries M. T. Ciceronis Opera omnia decem Indicibus 2. Vol. Skinneri Etymologicon Linguae Anglicanae Heylyn's Cosmography in 4. Books Math. Paris Historia Anglia Dr Nalsons Collections from the begining of the late Rebellion to the Murther of of King Charles the First 2 Vol. Heraclitus Ridens or a Dialogue between Jest and Earnest concerning the Times Sir Walter Rawleigh's History of the World Dr. Brown's Travels through divers parts of Europe as Germany Hungary c. Wherein are Descriptions of the most important places in the present War between the Emperor and the Grand Scignior Illustrated with Sculptures N. Lloydii Dictionarium Geographico-Poeticum Edit 2. QUARTO Phocena or the Anatomy of a Porpess dissected at Gresham Colledg by Edw. Tyson M.D. Separation of the Churches from Episcopal Government as Practised by the present Nonconformists proved Schismatical by Henry Dodwell A.M. The Beauty of Unity in a Sermon Preached at Preston by Rich. Wroe D.D. The Vanity of the Dissenters Plea for their Separation a Sermon preached before the King at Windsor by Rob. Creighton D. D. Of Perjury a Sermon Preached at the Assizes at Chester by John Allen M. A. Fellow of Trinity Colledg in Cambridge A Sermon Preached before the Honorable House of Commons November the 5th by Henry Dove D. D. A Sermon Preached before the Lord Mayor of the City of London on the Feast of St. Michael by Henry Dove D. D. A Sermon Preached before the King at White Hall on the Feast of St. Paul's Conversion by Henry Dove D. D. Published by his late Majesties special Command The present Miseries and Mischiefs of Sin discoursed in a Sermon before the Lord Mayor of London by Robert Wensely Vicar of Chesthunt Ferguson's Text explained and applyed in a Sermon before the Lord Mayor of London by Robert Wensely Vicar of Chesthunt Oratio Anniversaria habita in Theatro Coll. Med. Lond. a Georgio Rogers ejusdem Collegii Socio A Collection of Cases and other Discourses lately written to recover Dissenters to the Communion of the Church of England by some Divines of the City of London 2 Volumes Causae Veteris Epitaphium accedit causa vetus conclamata Concavum Cappo-cloacorum or a View in little contained under a brace of Caps A Sermon preached at the Funeral of Sir Roger Bradshaigh Knight and Baronet by Richard Wroe D. D. A Sermon Preached before the King at Winchester September 9. 1681. By Francis Turner D. D. Dean of Windsor A Sermon Preached before the Lord Mayor of London on Easter Monday 1684. by Francis Lord Bishop of Rochester A Sermon Preached before the King at White-Hall November 5. 1684. By Francis Lord Bishop of Ely and Almoner to the King The Books of the Old Testament translated into Irish by the care and diligence of Dr. W. Bedle late Bishop of Kilmore The New Testament of our Lord Jesus Christ translated into Irish both Printed in the Irish Character The True Widdow a Comedy by Tho. Shadwell The Works of the Reverend and Learned Mr. John Gregory M. A. of Christ-Church in Oxon in two parts A Brief Account of Ancient Church Government with a Reflection on several Modern Writers of the Presbyterians Ogygia seu rerum Hibernicarum Chronologia ex pervetus tis Monumentis fideliter inter se collat is eruta atque ex sacris ac prophanis literis primarum orbis gentium tum Genealogicis quam Chronologicis sufflaminata praesidijs c. Cum Catalogo Regum in Brittannia Scotorum Authore Roderico O Flaherto Armig. OCTAVO and TWELVES TWO Letters of Advice 1. for the Susception of Holy Orders 2. for Studies Theological with a Catalogue of the Christian Writers and genuinne Writers that are extant of the first 3 Centuries 80. Some Considerations of present concernment how far Romanists may be trusted by Princes of another Perswasion c. 80. A Reply to Mr. Baxter's pretended Confutation of a Book Intituled Separation of Churches from Episcopal Government c. 80. A Discourse concerning the One Altar and the One Priesthood insisted on by the Ancients in their disputes against Schism 80. Dissertationes Cyprianicae 80. Two short Discourses against the Romanists 120. H. Grotii de Caenae Administratione ubi Pastores non sunt dissertatio cum diversorum responsionibus 80. These seven written by Henry Dodwel M. A. Navigation and Commerce their Original and Progress by J. Evelyn Esq 80. Of Gifts and Offices in the Publick Worship of God in 3 parts by Edw. Wetenhall D. D. Lord Bishop of Cork 80. Clavis Astrologiae Elimata Or a Key to the whole Art of Astrology new Filed and Polished in 3 parts the Second Edition enlarged by Henry Coley Student in the Mathematicks and Astrology The Holy Life of Monsieur de Rently a late Noble man of France 80. A Prospect of the State of Ireland by P. W. 80. The Experienced Angler or Angling Improved by Coll. Venables 80. The Sceptical Chymist by Rob. Boyle Esq The Degrees of Consanguinity and Assinity by R. Dixon D. D. Elenchus Antiquitatum Alibonensium per Dan. Langhern S. T. B. 80. Chronicon Regum Anglorum ab Hengisto usque ad Heptarchiaefinem per Dan. Langhorn 80. Poems and Songs by Tho. Flatman 80. The fourth Edition Poems Written on several Occasions by N. Tote the second Edition The French Gardiner out of French by J Evelyn Esq 80. Alaxiae Obstaoulum 80. Gardinerus de Trinitate cortra Sandium 80. The Catechism of the Church of England with Marginal Notes by Edw. Wetenhall D. D. Lord Bishop of Cork Phaedri Fabulae ex recensione Chr. Wase 80. The Country Parson's Advice to his Parishioners 80. Des Cartes's Metaphysical Meditations with his Life by W. Molyneaux Esq 80. The Life of the Bishop of Munster 80. The Aerial Noctiluca by R. Boyle Esq 80. New Experiments and Observations made upon the Icy Noctiluca by R. Boyle Esq 80. Idem in Latin 120. Thealma Clearchus a Pastoral History 80. Gocperi Grammatica Linguae Anglieanae 80. Vulgar Errors in Divinity removed 80. A Manual of Examples for School Exercise 80. Of the subject of Church Power in whom it resides by Simon Lowth Vicar of Cosmus Blent 80. Dictionarium Trilingue secundum locos Communes nommibus usitatioribus Anglis Latinis Graecis Opera I. Raii M. A. S. R. L. 80. Sir Henry Wotton's Remains 80. Herbert's Country Parson 120. The Form of Soundwords by R. Wensley Vicar of Chesthut 120. An Enquiry into the Ministry of the Presbyterians 120. Aero Chaimos or a Register for the Air by N. Henshaw M. D. Lingard's Letter of Advice to a young Gentleman leaving the University 120. The Souldiers Guide being an Essay offer'd to all of that Profession 120. THE END
Bairns nor my * self sel ' ‖ Who have looked carnestly Wha've glowr'd in my Face and cry'd what * must mun we eat When my Tears was their drink and my Groans was their meat Land But when God of his Mercy restor'd us our Prince What plenty of good things have we had e'er since What Subject of his had cause to complain Ten. And what the Lord sent us was allways our ‖ own aine May-chance now and then a Sax-penny Sess My Pot neither boyl'd nor my Spit jogg'd the less I paid you my Rent I keep 't up my Credit I 've lent my Friend five Mark and * more mair when I had it I pity'd the Trav'ller that came to my ‖ Door Deur I had * allways ayllways a Morsell to give to the ‖ Poor Peur Land We all liv'd in Peace with Blessings ten Thousand But our Blessing was * Plotting against so good a Prince curst when we made the wrong use on 't Ten. We were serv'd in our kind for our ‖ selves sel's was the cause Land Great Charles most renown'd may thy Memory be on't Thou found'st us all Slaves but thou 'st left us all Free We know thou' rt immortal thou canst not be dead Thou 'st but finisht thy days-work and so gone to Bed Ten. Whisht Landlord Land Speak Tears Ten. There 's nae mair to be said But Sir I 've oft heard our * The Clergy of the Church of England were ever Loyal geud Minister say Jack-Presbyter fain wou'd be at his ‖ old auld play Is the fo'ke * all run mad aw gane fond to play †such syke a trick on 't ‖ if they knew but what we know Gin they wist but what we wote I trow they 'd grow sick on 't How * go gang they about us the like was nev'r seen What cheat us twice fairly before our awn ‖ Eyes Een Can the †foolish Clowns silly daft Carles think we 'll still be Fools Land When they fall a working they want not their Tools By Clubs and Cabals and by open attempting By spreading false News and by Conventicle-Canting Ten. To cover their Knav'ry they 'll play at Bo-peep About the Bush Tony or at Hide and go seek Sometimes they 'll play fairly and whiles they 'll play Booty But gi' me him that 's faithful because it 's his Duty He 'll work his ‖ work wark fairly without Knavish drift That Blade for my * Money Siller he 's fast in the heft When Death becomes Plaintiff and Traitor Defendant Then ' spye well about ye and mark but the end on 't He may chance to drop off as other Men do But rather knit up like a Bird in a bought ‖ Let it go as it will Gang that as it likes his Memory 's curst And * somewhat sunckat comes after I trow that 's the worst Land Let 's visit the Shrines of thrice Noble Montrose Pious Laud Brave Lord Capel and many of those Smell their Loyal-dust and its fragrant Scent Makes the Spice of Arabia insipid and faint Perhaps Men may say Here such an one lyes But if he was Loyal they 'll ne'er say he dyes True Rebels and Traytors will nev'r be forgotten Tho their Mem'ry stinks worse then their Flesh whilst a-rotting Ten. Shou'd I put my kind to discredit and shame They 'll cast up to my Bairns when I 'm dead and ‖ gone gane Your Grandsir was hangit for being a Traytor God * Blefs us and heep us from any such safe us and sain us fra ony sike matter Land The greatest of Beauty's by God ever giv'n Was Order on Earth and Order in Heav'n By Pride and Disorder great Lucifer fell Yet he cannot rule without Order in Hell Ten. * Devils allow Beelzebub to be their Prince but Whigs disown all Superiours Then wha deny's Order is warse nor his sel ' Land If then without order no Kingdom can stand That must be the best which the powerful hand Of God in his Wisdom has for us appointed Ten. They 're ‖ infortunate or bewitch't unsoncy that * meddles mells with th' Almighty's Annointed Land I 've read several Hist'rys sacred and profane I 've rang'd foreign Countrys with labour and pain And I allways observ'd the People more blest And richer and stronger and far less opprest By the worst of their Kings than the best of Usurpers Ten. My ‖ Malediction Malison light upon Government truckers Land This truth I believe is by all men confest Ten. What geud-luck ha' we then gets allways the best Land But now our way parts and there 's no Host-house To drink the King's Health in a Loyal Carouse Ten. Had we but a Gallon of humming-Corn-Drink I need no' to tell ye ye ‖ know knaw what I think Intruth my dear Land-lord I 'se vext to the * Blood Bleud Land We 'll sing his good Health then Ten. And that 's e'en as geud Land To the Tune of Hey Boys up go we I. Now who dare say brave Charles is gone Brave Charles is still the same Brave Charles sits safe on Charles's Throne And only chang'd his Name We English-men how happy then Look here for Monarchy Our King nev'r dyes nor from us flyes And hey-boys up stand we II. Hold off touch not our angel-Angel-Queen Flat Muse fly not so high The Quintessence of all the Fruits Of fertile Italy Comparison's not worth a Doit Here 's matchless Majesty Both he and she in Honi Soit c. Still higher up go we III. Repent and turn mis-guided Whigs Your Projects will not do Both Heav'n and Earth maintains the fight Against your Cause and you We 'll not refuse your Friendship still If you your faults will see Join hand in hand let James command And none so high as we Ten. Wee ll sung honest Land-lord but yet let me tell It 's pity nane shou'd have ‖ such sike sport but your sel ' Will ye let me sing mine as well as I can Land Ye 're wellcome begin ye 're a good Loyal Man Ten. I. And is great Charles our Sov'raign dead Now fates do what ye can The Christal drops bedew the Cheeks Of ‖ every ilka Loyal Man Stop †Floods Fleuds of Tears and flow ‖ no more na maire Submit to Heav'ns decree We have a Plaister for our * sore sare And still Boys sound are we II. When Royal James to Scotland came Geud Lard how ‖ glad blyth were we We danc't we drank his Health and Sang With mirth and merry glee We flang our sel's down at his Feet Our ‖ Necks Craigs laid to his Knee And ay the †lower Laigher that we ‖ bow'd jowk't The higher up went we III. You mighty Potentates abroad For ‖ all aw your brave Adventures Ye are but 'Prentices
at Trade And newly Sign'd Indentures ‖ Almost Amaist by sax-score Royal Kings We 'll prove his Pedigree I 've crack't the * World Warld ‖ from fra end to end And * none so nane sae high as we Shou'd some hing lugg'd Whig sneak under †those thea Dykes He 'll say to his ‖ self sel ' you's twa Tory Tykes But I care not a Button how many can hear A Fig for aw Physick when a Man can piss clear Land We 've sung the King's Health we 'll pray't if ye will Ten. That 's ev'ry way better and better on still Land Then long live Great James the Mirrour of Princes May his Reign ne'er be troubl'd with Whiggish Pretences May Plots and Conspiracys blast in the Bud And may we be happy in knowing our Good May no foreign Land make these Nations a By-word Ten. Amen I pray God Now Geud-night to ye Landlord Ha-a-aw Landlord hanck your †Horse Naig a while For I ha' ridden full lang twa mile Out of my †way Gate to overtake ye For while I 'm quick I 'll ne'er forsake ye I 've spurr'd my Beast 'till he 's gore (a) blood bleud But I ha' (b) one yane at hame as geud Now this is it (c) soon seun as we parted Another whimsey straight upstarted Geud faith my very Heart did burn And (d) long'd lang'd to have the t'other turn And crack a bit o' this same Fashion Land In Durham on the Coronation Ten. Sir keep your (e) appointment tryst and ye'll e'en win me Land I will not fail if life be in me The end of the first Dialogue A SECOND Dialogue c. At an Inn in Durham April the 23. 1685. BEING The Coronation-day of their most Sacred Majesties King James the Second and Seventh and his most Illustrious Queen Mary OCCASION'D By a most splendid Solemnity that Day there Enters the Landlord to the Tenant At Eight a Clock at Night Tenant YE 're wellcome Sir now sit ye down For I have sought throughout this Town ‖ Indeed Forseuth I 've had a †wearisome tyresome chace And fain wou'd I ha' seen your Face God's * B'essing Bennison light on your Heart We 'll crack a bit †before afore we part Land I had some business to do Which made me take the start of you Draw in your Chair sit down I say And tell me how you 've spent this day Ten. Nay (a) pardoume hald a cast I trow ye jear'd Think ye that I 'll be sae (b) ill-bred mislear'd It is the order of our Land When Laird sits down let Plew-men stand If (c) any ony chance to see he 'll tell Give Bumpkin inch he 'll take an ell Land And if it were the same of us There wou'd not be so great abuse Some Landlords are such needless Wasters They make their Tenants oft their Masters When we 're to do our Sov'raigns Pleasure We may expect their help at leasure Howev'r you shew your Breeding there Yet notwithstanding here 's a Chair When you obey you 're free from stripe Here take my Box and sill your Pipe If any Gentlemen here come in And we Discourses shou'd begin Stand up 'till some bid you sit down And none will call you sawcy Clown There was brave Sights I make no doubt But ye were stirring still about What did ye hear What was 't ye saw Ten. I 'll ne'er be (d) able yable to tell it (e) all aw I lik't what ever I did see Except a (f) willful willfow deformity Land Willful Surely that 's not fitting Ten. As sure as we 're at Table sitting Scotch Custome is I pray'e observe A Rule fra (g) which whilk we never swerve If we ha' scant a Mark o'Gear We give our Bairns still (h) somewhat sunckat (i) learning lear And I my ‖ self sel ' †poor peur as you see Had some of that bestow'd on me Ovidius in his Metamorphos Has laid this thing ‖ so sae plain before us Os homini sublime dedit Ye wote he was * no Fool nae Feul that said it And next to that Coelum tueri Now what needs aw this ‖ Coll kep't feery fary Shou'd I take pains to * crook my self creuk my sel ' As ‖ if I long'd to look gin I lang'd to leuk like hell The * well favour'd well faur'd Ladys strangely stoops And out behind they stick their Croops From whence they came I canno ' say But Durham-Ladies were not they Ev'ry of them beside her Marrow Walks e'en as straight as ev'r was Arrow I ‖ catch't sudden hold Cleek't †one yane of them by the Arm And * inquir'd speer'd ‖ if gin back side were wi' bairn Here 's ‖ Dung-hill Middin-midwife just at hand Deliver and you 'l straighter stand She did nathing but laugh and flyre And cock't her tail twa Inches higher Land Defects of Nature may be mended But use right shape when God do's send it Well how prov'd you upon the Road What past before ye went abroad Ten. Up I got this Morning early I joggit on * slowly hewly and fairly And ‖ always ayle I whistled as I came The King enjoys his awn again Came to this †dore deur lap off and then Enquir'd for * such syke a Gentleman My very Heart was at my Mouth When they said he 's not here in truth I gave my Beast to the young Man Wha fetch 't us in this ‖ Silver Siller Cann I end-ways to the Stable ran I saw your †Nag Naig else I 'm a Whelp I took his * Flank or Buttock Leungyie sike a skelp Cobby quo'd I if thou be †there thair I's sure thy Maister is no' far And then I said to the young Man Set up my ‖ Mare Mier †soon seun as ye can Rub her well down and give her hay I will no' leave this Town to day And if I find thee free fra * Sloth Sleuth I 'll lay thee sax-pence in thy ‖ hand luse The Geud-Wife us'd me Courteouslie I †bow'd jowk't to her she * kneel'd baik't to me She set a ‖ stool steul and laid a Cushion I drew my Box and †took a sâ—â—ff teuk a Sneeshon She fetcht * cold cald Rost-beef Bread and Cheese Put to your hand eat what yeplease If ye ha' Travel'd far to day Ye may ‖ fall faw Hungry by the way She †spoke spack like fo'ke o' th' English Nation But I * must mun tell 't o' mine awn Fashion I ‖ ask't speer'd what news in this geud Town Quo ' she this day King James takes Crown †Such-like Sik'lyke will e'en our Gracious Queen A blester Couple never was
Children and their Children's Children groan Under that Load their Rebel-Sires laid on Their Coats of Arms defac'd in publick view Their Progeny rank'd with the servile Crew Should I take Measures from that dire Success Mine Off Spring and their Heirs wou'd bear no less The blessed Jesus gave his own Example Which none of us ought under foot to trample He pay'd a Tribute to Usurping Prince Not as his due for how could that be since Himself was Lord of all but that we might Be taught to give both God and Caesar Right His Poverty allow'd him not the Coin Therefore he did with blessed Peter join Go fish the Summ that all the World may see The Pattern of it's God's Humility Here 's no Contingency for what I do I 'll re-inforce by Miracle to you Shall Jesus Powerful Jesus work in vain To guide our Steps and wretched we disdain To follow him O wonder wonder since Our Soveraign's Claim is no unjust Pretence Ten. Sir I's but weak when rightly reckon'd Your geud Discourse I canno ' second But there is manny ' a worthy Man In Scotland bred wha right well can Therefore I' ad best keep mine awn road Land Do so go on i' th' name of God Ten. A dancer says fra' amang the rest This Land of ours is sare opprest Our Grievances shall be redrest What are (n) these thea Grievances let 's see Alas alas and (o) woe's me wae's is me Peur Nob's condemn'd to Gallow-Tree What was the reason speak wha can He was a witty wary Man Cou'd Whiggs got sike a (p) spoak spaik in wheel Their Cause had not sae (q) soon seun tane reel Whig Writers are gi' them their due As scant of Wit as Grace I trow Let no Man call me lying Fellow 'Till he reads Sh Tegue-Devillo He calls it Witch for Witch we had it E'en (r) such sike a Witch as he that made it Land Had I of Plays ten Thousand to rehearse If all were his they nev'r cou'd make a Farce Ten. But mair nor that his Lordship itches To banish Papish Dogs and Bitches He has geud reason to take heed For spoiling true protesting-Breed And further still I can assure ye Chitt-Pus canno ' escape his fury Shou'd Pop'ry worm into his Mice He 'll find that but a blind Device Land Some desp'rate Men who know not how to live Or base-born-Slaves cannot so much deceive But for the upper-rank to stake to nought That mighty All their Ancestors have bought With Blood and Wounds and puissant Service done Must be miraculous to ev'ry one Let 's now forbear we are not throng We may be dry we 've talk't so long Here Boy a Bottle more of Claret The tother Health our Brains will bear it God bless the King and Queen Ten. Amen Land Drink off your Glass and to 't agen Ten. Now this has chop 't me by my Text Ho now I think on 't this is next There was a Sett of Dancers came But few of them I right can Name First Perkin O! he dances trimly And turn's on heel and (Å¿) tiptoes tiptaes nimbly He is as mony fo'ke believes An able Fellow of his (t) Hands Neev's In sundry places had he been And cruel Bickerings had he seen Still he his sel ' sae weell hehav'd You 'd sworn God-Mars was newly shav'd (u) Both Baith Man and Lad at the same instant But Fortune well-away's unconstant He kep't his sel ' sae marv'llous busie Until his Head grew reeling dizzie At last he catch't a heavy (x) fall faw And there lay he for geud and (y) all aw Yet notwithstanding this Confusion Turn'd Hoghen-Moghen in Conclusion If nought will serve but Belgick-bouts Beleuv'd take up your King of Clouts Sir (z) 2d Dancer ne'er-do-well Squire Brazen-Face Mufty Maist-John scant of Gods Grace A squeeking Treble yet nought but Base A Teckley for the Christians loss And bears the Crestent for the Cross (a) Buggery c. Hic-haec-Conjunx Jack of Leyden Brother Loose-down Sister Slyding In plenty (b) poor peur but rich in want A voucher of the Covenant Girdl'd and Sworded flail'd new Fashion Saviour Damner of the Nation Jesuit and Priest Canonical A Heathen Christian Devil and all These are his Names and I 'll be sworn Nae Spaniard has (c) so many sae mony worn He capers high as Royal Gallery And next steps back into the Pillory He had mae (d) Ears lugs when time befell Of other fo'k's nor tongue can tell But now he scarce has (e) one yane his sel ' Latin he speaks at (f) ev'ry ilka Sentence Don John's familiar Acquaintance He knew his dark Complexion well Yet made him fair by Art and Skill Tho' he and others of that Breed Made Stafford shorter by the Head His Wit 's now of that pregnant strength It spins Don-John sax-feet of length The Cause's Trumpeters and Fiddlers Officious Coxcombs and State-Jugglers The Aarons and Spiritual Higglers Parliament and Petition sticklers The Maid of Hatfield and the Wheadlers Care Curtis and the Elephant Danc't till their very Hearts did pant The (g) Eves-droppers Lythning-Listners with their leering Nor Fish nor Flesh nor geud Red-Herring They caper'd not but (h) smoothly smeuthly jimm'd Like some I knaw on when they trimm'd The chiefest Art that Trimmers know Is twisting twa Strings for a Bow The Pamphleteering-Libelling-Train They stirr'd them till they stunk again Ye wou'd ha' burstne your Heart wi' laughing T o've seen the gang sae full o'daffing Land Vex vex me not with that vile spurious Tribe Which Satyrism it self can nev'r describe Or why should I this harmless Page bespatter With any Judas patriae Liberator Or what can Piety't self expect but Evil From Symon Magus Chaplain to the Devil There is no tracing thee but to that Flame From whence thou and thy Damn'd Tap't Patron came Was there such Relish in thy Sov'raigns Blood To long for it when Heav'n it self withstood To stately Charles the top of Royal Stem Whose frontly Brow adorn'd the Diadem Whose Exequies in silent Breast will throb Tho his Successor periods the Sob (a) New-Market A Fire on Earth did once great favour shew But Fire in Hell will thee false Priest pursue Unless thou Modelize thy Life anew Thou put'st not off thy Treasons by Retail No thou' rt a Trades-man only for Whole-sale Thy Bart'ring Mart can readily dispatch The Royal Cargo off with stock and swatch Had but thy Native soil thine Equal bred Cleav'land's sharp Satyrs had been blunt indeed Rash muse what ha'st thou done his Equal's come Avant Curst Pedagogue Curst in the Womb Curst all thy Life and Cursed in thy Tomb. But Curster still and Curster than before Because there is no Curse for thee in store God Angels Men and Devils can Curse no more Than thou hast Curst thy self on Julian's score Did not the hideous forms of thy foul Brat Foul
quo she I need no (h) inquire speer What wind it was that blew you here It nev'r was better like to preuve Since you teuk on wi' your hang'd leuve Why came ye not to your auld Dame Madam quo she I e'en thought shame Wa's me that ever I was born For I'se get baith the Skaith and Scorn No Property I's nane of these Tho I can kenn my Friends fra faes Come Charity let 's get her in To let her starve were deadly Sin Hing on the Pan let Milk be boil'd Meat 's no' for her her Stomach 's spoil'd Fetch me yon Cordial fra my Closet Put it to'er Head and let her dose it So give na mair she 'as got her part She 's weak 't will take her by the Heart The Posset's right here take this (i) Spoon Speun Drink sup it off when that is (k) done deun Ye may lye down and take a Nod And rest your sel ' i' th' name o' God My Lady to the Ward-robe hy's Opens a Trunk and there she spy's A Milk-white Smock of dainty Linnin Indeed it was of her awn Spinning Quoifs Gorgets Heuds Bands Point Venee As curious wark as yane shall see Forseuth ye wou'd ha' thought it Sin T o've put a foul Finger therein Upon a Pin hung a Silk Manty And (l) Petticoat Wily-Coat to make her Canty Sae right and fixt nathing did lack They nev'r were thrice upon her Back Baith Hose and (m) Shoes Sheun and Gleuv's she sought Whilk for her proper wear were bought When aw thea things aside were laid My Lady rapp't up came her Maid Prudence quo she take my advice First clear (n) Property you Lass of Scabs and Lice Then take that trimming whilk ligs there And graith her featly ev'ry where And let me never see her Face 'Till she be in a (o) handsomer dester case It 's now five hours o' th' (p) Afternoon Afternoun And time I had my Vespers (q) done deun When it strikes sax then Grace may come And lead her to the Chappel-Room My Lady's orders were obey'd And aw things deun just as she said As seun as ev'r she leuk't upon her She (r) lowly kneeling laighly baiking made her Honour My Lady then a smiling fell Now ye leuk sunckat like your sel ' Your (Å¿) very feeble Wankle Leggs canno ' support ye Sae sit ye down 'till I exhort ye Madam indeed it 's your geud Nature That blenks sae blythly on your Creature Tell what 's become of thy sweet Baby I thought it wou'd not please your Lady ship it look't sae like its Dady I have disown'd it quite for mine And sent it o'er to Caroline To shuffle in its Syre's Plantation And mend the thorough-Reformation What course of Life will ye lead now The very same best pleases you Troth Property for mine awn pairt I 'll nev'r keep Mischief in my Heart Here take the Keys and stay nae (t) longer langer Stir easily 'till ye grow (u) stronger stranger And tatling Bablers do not hear They 'll buzze fond stories in your Ear. The meanest Servant of my Train Shall nev'r ha' reason to Complain Sir merrily she (x) went gade away And all was made up in dry Hay Land When Friendly Heav'n 's dispos'd to smile on Kings And Providential Blessings prune their Wings To vist us Peace Plenty's Mother thrusts into the Croud And peaceful Bays to Monarchs Brows allow'd Janus chain'd up the fierce Bellona bow 's And smooths the Furrows of her wrinkled Brows The Court a Nursery of Piety The Bord'ring Nations stand amaz'd to see That Bliss and envy the Felicity But oh the Frenzie of a pop'lar Rage It turns a Golden to an Iron Age Stung with Rebellion swell'd with Serpent's Pride The Healthful-feeding-Tree it lays aside And then no Fruit can please but what 's deny'd It toils for Sorrow 'till its strength be spent And makes the very Sin a Punishment O'erwhelm'd at last of all Assistance void Must Plunging sink and sinking be destroy'd Too rash my Muse what no Deliverance Look up despair not see who does Advance Isaac is bound and on the Altar laid The healing Angel speaks the stroak is stay'd Ten. Their Gracious Master after that Was far less troubled with their Prate Nae thanks to some for their geud Will But God's (y) above abeun the Devil still Sae lang as Earth was his abode He liv'd and dy'd i' th' fear o' God No doubt his Sins are all forgiv'n And his dear Saul's with God in Heav'n Land In Heav'n with God 't is sure Muse sing the rest What can'st thou say fall short so have the best Epitaphium Nor ly's nor dy's but fly's the soaring Charles Whose Name 's esteem'd above the richest Pearles Fly So he must to the Divinity There 's room to stretch his Soul Infinity Is spacious that will do 't and no less can To him who dy'd a Saint liv'd more than Man Wou'dst thou know where this sacred Relict lyes Kneel kiss this Urn now dry thy dropping Eyes Ten. Oh! Landlord ye ha' made me sory Land No doubt yet I 've a healing story I 'll tell it as we home-ward ride Ten. Geud Sir I can no' langer bide I pray you tell it me just now Land I 'll do 't then to make straight with you Lay by your (z) Tobacco Pipe in silence sit you still And Interrupt me not Ten. (a) No more Nae mair I will Land (b) Coronation day This Morning early as I slumb'ring lay Aurora handing in the welcome Day A Glorious Youth appear'd me-thought and said Come follow me refuse that flatt'ring bed His ami'able Countenance my Lodgings grac't I rowz'd my self and his safe Footsteps trac't When feeble I fell faint in Travelling He mounted me upon his Silver Wing He stream'd me to the New Jerusalem There gently gently set me down by him The Splendour of that place surmounts my Tongue Melodiously was Elohim's Praises sung The Beaming Rays of that Celestial Sun Compell'd my yielding Eyes the Light to shun I am thine Angel-Guardian he did say I 'll shew thee what is done in Heav'n this day Come list'n with Rev'rence but no more presume Then o'er my Face he lay'd his downy Plume I heard the voice of dreadful Majesty But wonderful it did not terrifie Majestick Mildness do not yet aspire Our God Jehovah's a consuming Fire Then Palpitation seiz'd my trembling heart My palsi'd hands did quake and ev'ry part My shiv'ring Joints could not their burthens Bear At which my tender Tutor do not fear But be you humble and be chearful here And thus th' Eternal Father to his Son And to his Holy Spirit We are One Before time was we were when time began ' Mongst other Beings we created Man And all things else which can in place be seen But now this day let us make King and Queen I 'll give them Wisdom Wisdom to
Create Affection and call home alienate My secret Counsels I 'll to them unfold Justice and Mercy shall their Throne uphold The Everlasting Truth gave his Consent Saying Eternal Father my Content Has always been your blessed Will to do And to Compleat them I 'll contribute too I 'll give them true Obedience to our Law Their Inclinations to our Precepts draw My precious Blood shall not in vain be spilt It's balming Vertues shall by them be felt Their Burthen's heavy I will make them strong Alleviate the Cross they 've carry'd long The enliv'ning Dove expans't his hov'ring Wing So he I will descend upon my King And Queen I 'll breeze a gentle Gale into their Mouths They shall both practice and defend my Truths Two Cloven Tongues within their Lips I 'll place And them replenish with my seven-fold-Grace This is no task O God but ease to you For what cannot Omnipotency do Amen to all Isaias did advance A Prophet fam'd for matchless Elegance He warbl'd out with towring Trumpet sound Take right his Theme Here 's only to be found The Object of all supernat'ral Bliss Who was from the beginning who still is And shall be after mould'ring time is past Ev'n Alpha and Omega first and last It was not for himself he did Create There can be no Addition to Compleat He gave us being that we might be Blest And banquetted at this nev'r ending feast And as his Power Divine has not dimension Our Virtues are not such but by Extension As happy Souls come fleeting to this place Our accidental Glory will increase Therefore let us Communicate our store The more we give we still enjoy the more We 'll send some tokens to Great Britains King And Queen let 's make a free-will Offering They all Consent and Allelujah Sing Receptacles those propines to receive Are brought of whom I knew thus each one gave The Virgin-Mother blest 'mong Women kind Made the first Offer suited to their mind To them I 'll give my rare Humility Temper'd with Pow'r and lofty Majesty They shall contest Heav'n's Pleasure to fulfil Saying Be 't to your servants as ye will Three Hierarchys of Angels Orders nine The Seraphims inflam'd with Love divine The Cherubims with Sciences repleat Refulgent Thrones are the Almighty's Seat The shining Virtues Ruling Dominations The Powers exult with joyful Acclamations The Principalitys their Tryumphs sing Arch-Angels always ready ministring The Angels still for Ambassy's prepar'd And all of them their Gifts with freedom shar'd Saint Michael I will buckle to his side This brandish't Blade which tam'd the Prince of Pride And there shall none be able to Contend With James and Mary whom I will defend Saint Raphael I did take him by the Hand Conducting him to that thrice happy Land From whence the choicest Comforts of his Life Rich-Virtue Honour Beauty in a Wife Neither did I forsake them in Exile For so it was but car'fully that while I pointed out safe Footings in their way I foil'd the wicked Sp'rit which sought to slay And shade the Light of Britains beaming Day Nor is mine Office out I 'll still take pains Adjutor to their Angels Guardians Enoch They shall in Contemplation stay And with their God walk hand in hand all day Yea when translated to this happy state My self shall welcome them at Heav'ns gate Jacob Come rest your Heads upon my stone Your Toil is past your anxious Hours are gone By the Seditious never shall be forgot That God was in this Place we knew it not Moses Here take my Meekness with my Rod Dark Aegypt where his People sought abode Shall be contemn'd here 's Canaans Property Not Slaves to Rebells free Men James to thee Joshua Let me add Conduct to their Arms Whos 's Warlike Captains with their Marshal Charms Shall guide their Troops throughout their promis't Land Nor Foreign nor Home-Foes shall them withstand David Go on chant out th' incessant praise Of your Redemption in Angelick Lays My well-tun'd Harp shall with your Hearts agree Not two but one continu'd Harmony Daniel Sharp Quickness to his Councils Eyes They shall unriddle hidden Mysteries Of State the Judges shall expound the Law And all Dissenters to Allegiance draw Constant-Couragious-Proto-Martyr Stephen My Blood for Jesus's sake was freely given The Frantick Rout against me did conspire The more they threw me down I bounc't the higher Did they not seek to stop this Royal Breath And by the Rabble were ston'd to worse than Death But strong-built Virtue cannot eas'ly fall Their Patience Conquering Patience Conquer'd all They Patient droop't now they to Glory rise Their Prayer O Lord forgive our Enemys Saint Paul The Sword shall not be giv'n in vain But for their own and all their Subjects gain The haggard-Vassal shall obey his Prince Not out of Slavish Fear but Conscience Saints Ambrose Jerome painful Augustine With more who did the Churches Light refine Their Cautious Prelats shall in Vnitie Maintain the Cath'lick Faith that Faith which we Undauntedly asserted ev'n to Wonder Not tear the seamless Coat of Christ asunder That Faith whereon the Factious take no hold As but one Shepherd so but one Sheepfold Flat Sence and flagging Reason sink beneath Stupendious Mist'rys of a Christian's Faith Saint George T hey've honor'd me I 'll honor them Upon Saint George's-day Saint George will climb Saint George for England Now they well may say Let 's go to prayers this is Saint George ' s-day Saint Andrew For their guard I 'll rear my Cross The Thistles goodness they shall all ingross Red-Lion-Rampant from his den shall roar In their defence as he as done oft before Saint Patrick With my Lyre I 'll tame their Foes The stoutest Rebel Thraso sha'n't oppose Their spotless White shall nev'r sustain a Wrong From chatt'ring Magpye nor invenom'd Tongue Last weeping Rachel with her Fountain Eyes Laid in an Handkerchief wherewith she dry's Her blubb'ry Cheeks Give this to Widow-Queen She shall have Joys for Sorrows she has seen Arch-Angel Gabriel b'ing Elect Envoy To ambass down Congrat'latory Joy Hoists up his Feather-Sails and veers about Then in the Airy-Ocean lanches out Flight time 's out done ha'fe second is not o're E're this same Agile Spirit spoke before Our Royal Pair Some presents here I bring They 're Heav'nly Presents from a Heav'nly King And Heav'nly Subjects to adorn your Throne They 'll gild your names when rusty age is gone This subtile Essence wheels about and flys His Pinnion-Oars divide the azure Skys And drowzie Somnus here unseal'd mine eyes I rowz'd I rose I drest to Pray'rs withdrew Imploring Heav'n my Vision might prove true Ten. I doubt it not (a) since sen their ways please the Lord Grace Peace and Plenty he 'l to them afford I dream'd a Dream a while ago But with it I 'll not trouble you Land I prethee tell 't if 't be no Hurt Ten. The worst Sir is but harmless Sport (z) One Night Ya Night I