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 And my beloved ,

Who plagu'd the hill-men every day.

And that was so severe,

'Bove twenty journeys in one year

This varlet willingly did go,

To hasten the fanaticks woe.

and ,

Who in my causes had great zeal.

, and bloody ,

Who shot my foes till they were dead.

, and ,

, and others great and small.

and ,

and, men of skill.

, and many moe,

Who sought the hills-mens overthrow.

, who did himself perjure,

To bring to an ill-hour.

of also,

Unto these wild-men was a foe.

And so was of ,

, and these gave his doom.

And all the bishops in the land

Were ready still at my command,

My statutes for to execute,

On all whom I did persecute.

, and ,

And other worthies I could tell,

As ,

The worst fine monster that could be,

And that vile wretch call'd sheriff ,

That was right worthy of his room,

And old tree-legged ,

Who of his wickedness did vaunt.

, and Lord Ross,

Who did the murder and toss,