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be sad now and lament
 * For honours thou hast lost,

But yet rejoice, in better times,
 * Which will repay the cost.

Tho' unto thraldom you should be
 * Brought by your enemies;

You shall have freedom from them all,
 * And enjoy your liberties.

The grave of the most noble Prince
 * To all is great regret,

The subject to law, who doth leave
 * The kingdom and estate.

O anguish great! where every kind
 * And ages doth lament:

Whom bitter death has ta'en away,
 * Shall Scotland sore repent.

Lately a land of rich increase,
 * A nation stout and true,

Has lost their former dear estate,
 * Which they did hold, of due.