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 They should not have time to prepare

For heaven because he said tha' hell

Wa too good a place for Whigs to dwell.

By that, he acted to his power,

Both soul and body to devour;

Which was the only thing I sought.

Although to pass it was not brought;

Yet thanks be unto Queensberry,

For hi good will in serving me.

I Milton Maxwell must commend,

Ten Whigs at once he did condemn,

And after that he did devote

Himself, my kingdom to promote.

M'Cartney he did apprehend,

Brought him to an untimous end.

He plagu'd the Presbyterians sore,

That dwelt on the water of Orr,

For Corsack's house he rifled bare,

And neither nurse nor child did spare,

But thrust them out from house and hold,

To hunger them expos'd and cold;

He did leave nothing in that house

That was to him of any use;

The horse, the nolt, the corn, the sheep,

He every thing away did sweep.

He rang'd through like a greedy thief

Took butter, cheese, mutton, and beef;

The puddings he did scarcely spare,

For every thing away he bare.

Of cloth and clothes silver and gold,

He took far more than can be told:

The blackest light that country saw,

Worse than Pate Bailey or John Faw.

All his zeal was mixt with self,

He very greedy was of pelf.