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 This mighty nation was to-fore,
 * Invincible and stout;

Will yield slowly to destiny,
 * Great pity is but doubt.

In former age the Scots renown
 * Did flourish goodly gay;

But yet, alas! will be overcome
 * With a great dark decay.

Then mark and see what is the cause
 * Of this so wond'rous fall!

Contempt of faith, falsehood, deceit,
 * The wrath of God withal.

Unsatiable greed of worldly gain.
 * Oppression, cries of poor;

A perpetual and slanderous race,
 * No justice put in ure.

The haughty pride of mighty men,
 * Of former vice chief cause.

The nutriture of wickedness,
 * An unjust match of laws.

Therefore this cause the prophets
 * Of long time did presage;

And now has happen'd every point
 * Into your present age.

Since fate is so, now Scotland learn
 * In patience to abide

Slanders, great fears, and sudden plagus
 * And great dolours beside.