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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	day_n	great_a	king_n	22,528	5	3.6077	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B06111	To his most excellent majesty William King of Great=Brittain,		1689 (1689)	Wing T1372B; ESTC R185120	1,842	1

TO HIS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY VVILLIAM King of Great-Brittain The Humble Address of the Regimented CAMERONIAN PRESBYTERIANS Lying at MONTROSE and Adjacent Cities in ANGVS December 12th 1689. REligious Sir whom GOD doth call and chuse On Earth His great Lieutenants place to use We bless that Night which did bring forth that Morn Wherein 't was said There is a Man Child born Of so much Valour and renoun'd Esteem Who shall from Bondage Britains Isle redeem O! Happy time wherein we now can say Although we be be-north the River Tay Which Place Great Sir of all Your great Dominions Doth hate us most and all of our Opinions For there she Gospel never shined bright They loved Darkness greatly hated Light They mocke Religion and True Gospel Preachers Painful Pastors and Religious Teachers And also Sir we dare be bold to say The Devil reigneth there until this day They love not you who is their Reval HERO But cleave to James that Cruel Bloody Nero. Es 〈…〉 Great Sir some Angus Lairds 〈…〉 and Ale. These are their Principles this is their Zeal O! Happy time we say when we can boast For all their Circuits and the Highland Host For all their Tests and Bonds of Regulation Which were so grievous to this Anetent Nation Yet some of us our Garments keeped clean And free of spots ye know Sir what we mean. Sir we have seen the day when James did reign They would our Brethren to the Scafford bring And Torture them alive like Mallefactors Or in some Murdering Stratagim great Actors Would fix their Heads up in the Marcat Places A Curse come down their Bloody Murdering Faces Again Great Sir we ever will incline To Register the Fatal Eighty Nine In which the LORD hath you our King appointed And since Great Sir you are the LORD' 's Anointed HE hath wronght wonderous Works to bring you in Imploy your strength against that Man of Sin Crush his Designs confound their Popish Plots Believe them not altho they turn their Coats Of you Great Sir the Prophets have foretold In lattertimes and in the dayes of Old Great Britains King shall yet Religious be And shall demolish Grove and each green Tree In which your Priors did their Homage give To Stocks and Stones and things which do not live And while you Fight against JEHOVAH's Foes And still in him your Confidence repose He 'll be your Sheild and Buckler in the War And when your Enemies approach afar At sight of you they 'l turne their back and yield Because the LORD for you doth fight the Field But yet Great Sir if you shall turn aside 〈…〉 ●●s Statures shall not firm abide We must be bold to tell you from our Heart That soon or syne the LORD will make you smart And this hath very frequently been seen In many Lands upon both King and Queen This good Advice we hope will be no Treason It 's back'd with Scripture and the height of Reason Next Sir we hope by your Heroick Hand Shall be reduc'd our broken Neighbouring Land We hope to see your great Parade advance And fix your Camp into the Heart of France We hope to see you Scall the Walls of Rome And give the Man of Sin his Fatal Doom And we our selves shall in your presence be And Celebrate that strange Catastrophe Some Men that are our Enemies and yours Say That we 'll not obey Superiour Powers But yet Great Sir we 'll make them understand Before themselves we 'll notice your Command 〈…〉 Great Sir will 〈…〉 〈…〉 Wiz 〈…〉 Great Sir some in the Army and the State ●●at they by any means could know their Fate They would lend in their Strength you to Dethrone And set a Popish Tyrant thereupon But Blessed be GOD it is not in their Station To know the Secrets of Predestination They do pretend their King was thrust away And that he got not fair impartial play Which is right true for if the Law had been Put in its force against him and his Queen Ere new they had been both in Purgatory Through which Catholick Souls do enter Glory Likewise Great Sir before the Throne shall be Possess'd by any Papists sach as he Our Blood shall run like Clyds enraged Streams And Pboebus throw our Bodie send his Beams Great Sir we thank you Prelacy is gone Under that Yoak our Land did sadly groan They have Oppressed us and all our Friends They strove to break our Conscience and our Means And some of us they die not leave a Cock Not in our Yard a growing green Kelstock And now Great Sir in an unusual manner We Fight under a Regal British Banner We are your Servants and will spend our Blood Upon the Quarrel while the Cause is good We 'll go through all the World at your Command We hope Great Sir You 'l give Us Pay in hand GREAT SIR We close hoping You will remember We 're in the North and now it is December Our Cloaths are thinn our Purses are right bare To bide these two Great Sir it is right fare And also Sir we lye among our Foes Giv●● 〈◊〉 and Subscribed at Mantrose FINIS * Ireland