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OLD SCOTISH PROPHECIES.
1SCOTLAND be ſad now and lament,
thy children whom thou haſt loſt,
Bereft of Kings, falſely undone,
by thine unkindly hoſt.
2Alas! the free is bound become,
and deceit is thy fall,
The falſehood of the British race,
has brought thee into thrall:
3The grave of the moſt noble Prince,
to all is great regret,
The ſubject to law, who doth leave,
the kingdom and eſtate.
4O anguiſh great! where ev'ry kind,
and ages doth lament:
Whom bitter death has ta'en away,
ſhall Scotland ſore repent.
5Lately a land of rich increaſe,
a nation ſtout and true,
Has loſt their former dear eſtate,
which they did hold of due.
6By hard conflict, and by the chance,
of noble Fortune's force,
Thy hap and thy proſperity,
is turned into worſe.
7Thou won't to win, now are ſubdu'd,
and come in under yoke;
A ſtranger reigns, and doth deſtroy,
what likes him by ſword's ſtroke.
