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 And for tiame liv'd in great splendor,

Beloved well of all my friends,

Till at the last he lost his means,

And fell in want and poverty.

Which made him to the Abbey fly.

He who the covenants did burn,

A cheating bankrupt did become;

He lost his senses turn'd demented,

And none but me his case lamented;

And at the end of all did die,

Bemoaned by no man but me.

I did him visit in distress

Where he is now you'll eas'ly guess,

Turner did Galloway invade

And took from many what they had,

He spared neither old nor young

But plunder'd all where he did come,

Most savagely he did them treat.

And without mercy some did beat.

He spoil d that country cruelly,

And acted like a man for me.

A very hellish life he led

in my cave he had been bred.

Camphairn can well testify,

The cursing and profanity,

The outrages committed there.

(The half of which might file the air)

By Turner and his company.

Which wonderfully pleased me

Dalziel, who fought at Pentland hill,

And many of my foes did kill;

And other prisoners did lead.

Who after quarters were hang'd dead;

A downright a hei he did turn,

And ruin'd all where he did come,