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3 They'll take you to a better place,

Without repentance, faith or grace;

And well I wor that is ſtrange news!

For there the Turks and there 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 saints and Angels they addreſſ !

For dead and living they lay 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 the rife,

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 Romiſh Faith,

Laid down their lives and welcom'd death!

Ye Lowland Lads that drive the cart;

I know you have good hands and heart;

Charge your muſket, point your lance,

Unto Mars'field do ye advance,

And join brave Donald without breeks,

Who makes the French to wet their cheeks.