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 he did apprehend,

Brought him to an untimeous end,

He plagu'd the Presbyterians sore,

That dwelt on the water of.

For house he rifl'd bare,

And neither nurse nor child did spare,

But thrust them out from house and hold,

Expos'd them to hunger and cold;

He did leave nothing in that house,

That was to him of any use:

The horse, the nolt, the corn and sheep,

He every thing away did sweep.

He rang'd thro' like a greedy thief;

Took butter, cheese, mutton, and beef,

The puddings he did scarely spare,

For every thing away he bare:

Of cloath and cloaths, silver and gold,

He took far more than can be told;

The blackest sight that country saw,

Worse than or

All his zeal was mixt with self,

He very greedy was of pelf.

Yet all be took but short time lasted,

The did say that it was blasted,

For all his offspring that remain,

Have none of this well-gotten gain.

When I perceiv'd that it was gone,

I out of pity brought him home;

Now may sleep in a sound skin,

They'll never get more skaith of him.

My friends that were of lower note,

In justice should not be forgot.

As, who here did dree

A hell on earth, for pleasing me.

, more fierce than I can tell,

Who bade some sound the to hell,