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 And all the bishops in the land,

Were ready still at my command,

My statutes for to execute,

O all whom I did persecute.

Dunbar on B uce and R b Dalziel,

And worthies I could tell,

As.

The bloodiest monster that could be.

And that vile wretch call d sheriff Hume,

That a right worthy of his room;

And old tree-legged Duncan Grant,

Who of his wickedness did vaunt.

Eginton Irncapie and lord Ross,

Who did he Whig murder and toss,

From sixty to the revolution

Imbrew d their hands in persecution:

They murder'd and did stigmatize

Such as my service did not please:

They banish'd them to foreign nations,

And sold them to the new plantations.

With rigour great they took their gear,

'Cause they my livery would not wear.

None forwarder among them all.

Than noble Grierton of Lag-hall,

Whose worthy action make him fit

In the great chair now to sit,

'Bove Korah and his company,

For all hi friendship done to me.

This honour he doth well deserve,

For he unweariedly did serve

Me to his utmost every way.

To keep my kingdom from decay.

{{em}]I must remember bishop Sharp,

For the good service I did get

Of him, when he was here away;