That's  what  he  brought  on  himself  by

his  pride,
And  he  brought  it  no  less  too  on  most

of  his  folk.
Who  were   soon  hunted  out   of  the

glens  where  they  hide.
And  who  lie  now  securely  in  fetter

and  lock.
Lady  Diana


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'Tis  a  pity,  no  doubt,  that  so  many

were  killed,
For  they  were  our  best  farmers  and

workers  all  round ;
When  you  came  on  a  trim  house,  and

fields  nicely  tilled,
You  might  know  that  a  Whig  held  a

lease  of  the  ground.
Our  fellows  are  nearly  all  roystering

loons,
Who  take  to  the  ale-cup  more  than

the  plough.
Carousing  each  night,  singing  Cavalier

tunes.
Which  they  shout,  till  the  birds  wake

upon  the  green  bough.
The   Whigs    have    their    psalms    and

their  sermons,  but  then
They  are  up  with   the   sun   for  the

tasks  they  must  do  ;
They  are  all  canting  rogues,   but   I

wish  our  brave  men
Were  as  fond  of  their  work,  and  as

honest  and  true.
There's  a  batch  of  them  waiting  in

gaol  to  be  sold
To  -the  Colony  planters,  all  healthy

and  strong.
And  worth  a  round  sum  to  be  paid

there  in  gold.
Though  here  they  are  bargained  for

just  an  old  song.
I   am   told    they   will   bring   twenty

guineas  a  head
Over   there,   and    probably   some   of

them  more.
So  I  got  at  the  Lady  old  Lauderdale

wed.
And  she  gave  me  a  grant  of  at  least

half  a  score.
Perhaps  he  is  one  of  them  ?     Be  it

so.     He
Will  be  sold  anyhow  when  the  ship

comes  to  port ;
And  why  should  not  some  of  the  price

fall  to  me,
As  well  as  to  fine  Lords  and  Ladies

at  Court  ?

There's  Queensferry  in  for  a  slice  of

his  land.
