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3 They'll take you to a better place,

Without, faith or grace:

And well I wot that is range news,

For there the Turks and there the Jews,

As bad as ever they were ca’d

They ne'er et up this hellih trade,Fal. &c.

I dont't remember that the De'il,

To pardon in kill

But Turks and Jews with a’ their cha'

The Popih Clergy bangs them a’,

The and  they addres,

For deed and they ay Mas.Fal &c.

All kinds of in commit do they,

And none dare, or gainay;

They'll rob a Virgin of her prize,

And pardon her  rie,

It’s hocking human ear

The tricks of Popih Priets to hear.Fal, &c.

Where it the zeal your fathers bore,

Againt the Pope and Romih Whore,

Think on Argyle Jeaviwood,

Who fear’d so: faggot, nor the word,

But to the  Faity,

Lay down their lives and welcome death.Fal &c,

Ye Lowland Lads that drive the cart,

I know you have good hands and heart,

Charge your, point your lance,

Unto Mars’ field do ye advance,

And join brave Donald without breeks,

Who make the French to wet their cheeks. &c.