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 Of Cameron whom he killed dead;

For which the council did him pay

A large regard without delay;

And I myself on him did smile

For that great action done it Kyle;

Because that he avenged me

Upon my stated enemy.

His kindness shall not be forgot,

As long as my furnace is hot.

York, who great Charles did succeed

He was my constant friend indeed,

He was bred with me all his days,

And never from my laws did stray;

For he black Popery did profess,

In Scotland he set up the mass.

A toleration he did give

That mystery Babylon might revive.

He took, to him absolute power.

For to advance the Romish whore.

He stopped all the penal laws.

Were made for weakening of my cause;

And gave a golden liberty

For all sorts of idolatry.

It criminal was in his day

To own the covenanted way;

For he intended in a short time,

To make Popery through Scotland shine,

That from the greatest to the least.

All men might serve the Romish beast.

He deeply sworn was ,

To seek all Presbyterians doom,

To abolish the memory

Of all that oppos'd Popery.

All P o estantsProtestants [sic] he did despise,

And many slew without assize;