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 Of cloth and clothes, silver and gold,

He took far more than can be told;

The blackest sight that courtry saw,

Worse than Pate Bailey or John Faw.

All his zeal was mixt with self,

He very greedy was of pelf;

Yet all he took but short time lasted,

The Whigs did say that it was blasted:

For all his offspring that remain,

Have none of his well gotten gain.

When I perceiv'd that it was gone,

I out of pity brought him home;

Now Whigs may sleep in a sound skin,

They'll never get mair skaith of him.

My friends that were of lower note,

In justice should not be forget;

As Allison, who here did dree

A hell on earth, for pleasing me.

Bonshare, more fierce than I can tell,

Who bade some send the Whigs to hell;

And my beloved Kennaway,

Who plagu'd the Hill-men every day.

And Charters, that was so severe;

'Bove twenty journeys in one year,

This varlet willingly did go,

To hasten the fanatics woe.

Strahan, Murray, and Annandale,

Who in my causes had great zeal;

Drummond, Streton, and bloody Reid,

Who shot my fồes till they were dead.

Buchan, Inglis, and Westerhall,

Balfour, and others great and small:

Stenhouse, Maitland, and Ballochmyle,

Colzean, and Sundrum, men of skill: