THE
FIGHT
AT Bothwel Bridge.
O Wo be unto Prelacie
that ever it did stand
and wo be to your new made laws
but and your cursed band
And wo be to you Prelates all,
if ye do not repent
for ye have banish'd Christ away
and broken his covenant.
You Prelates ay when that you look
you do mistake the figure
you think it service good enough
to press the poor with rigour
Our whorish Council apostates
hath made a foul Defection
for they have shed the righteous blood
since Prelates their election:
Our Teachers they have banished
from city and from town;
and raised up a perjured pack
to trade the Gosple down,
When they appear at the letter day
their tales will have no bearing
I hope it’s be there hinder end;
their covenant men swearing.
When we drew up into the well
against these insurrections,
at Pentland hills there we did fight
to witness, against defections,
They buried Christ at pentland hills
that day at Rullein green,
but yet the LORD will rise again,
and reign in Zion King.
For there a King in Zion was,
