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 For thou that now a patient is,
 * And seemeth to be bound;

At liberty shall free be set,
 * And with empire be crown'd.

From high above shall grace come down,
 * And thy state, Scotland, be,

In latter ends, more prosperous
 * Than former age did see.

Old prophecies foretell to thee,
 * A warlike heir he's born,

Who shall recover new your right.
 * Advance this kingdom's horn.

Then shall fair Scotland be advanc'd
 * Above her en’mies power;

Her cruel foes shall be dispers'd,
 * And scatter'd from her bower.

Fair Scotia's en’mies may invade,
 * But not escape a plague;

With sword, and thirst, and tears, and pest,
 * With fears, and such like ague.

And after enemies thrown down,
 * And mastered in war,

Then Scotland in peace and quietness,
 * Pass joyful days for ever.

But that the curious may be more fully informed concerning the aforesaid predictions, with respect to their being exactly fulfilled, they are referred to the Scottish histories.