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 2 Tho unto thraldom you should be, Brought by your enemies; You shall have freedom from them all, And enjoy your liberties.

3 The grave of the most noble Prince, To all is great regret, The subject to law, who both leave The kingdom and estate.

4 O anguish great! where every kind And ages doth lament; Whom bitter death has ta’en away, Shall Scotland sore repent.

5 Lately a land of rich increase, A nation stout and true, Has lost their former dear estate, Which they did hold of due.

6 By hard conflict, and by the chance Of noble fortune’s force, Thy hap and thy prosperity May turn into worse.

7 Tho’ wont to won, may be snbduedsubdued [sic], And come in under yoke; Strangers may reign, and you destroy, What likes him by sword’s stroke.

8 A foreign foe whom neither thy force, Nor manners do approve, Woe is to thee, by guile and slight, Will only win above.