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[ 3 ] 'They'll take you to the better place,

Without repentance, faith, or grace;

And well I wot that is ſtrange news!

For there's the Turks & there's the Jews,

As bad as ever they were ca'd.

They ne'er ſet up this helliſh trade!

I don't remember that the De'il,

To pardon ſin pretended ſkill!

But Turks and Jews with all their cha',

The Popiſh Clergy bangs them a'!

The faints and angels they addreſs!

For dead and living they ſay maſs.

All kinds of ſin commit do they!

And none dare challenge, or gain ſay,

They'll rob a virgin of her prize,

And pardon her before ſhe riſe!

It's ſhocking to the modeſt ear,

The tricks of Popiſh Prieſts to hear!

Where is the zeal your fathers bore,

Againſt the Pope and Romiſh Whore?

Think on Argyle and Jerviſwood,

Who fear'd not faggot nor the ſword!

But to oppoſe the Romih Faith,

Laid down their lives, & welcom'd death!

Ye Lowland Lads that drive the cart,

I know ye have good hands and heart;

Charge your muſquet, point your lance,

Unto Mar's field do you advance,

And join brave Donald without breeks,

Whomakes the Frenchtower theircles: