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5Lately a lamb 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 lap and thy prosperity
May turn into worse.
7Tho' wont to won, may be subdued,
And come in under yoke;
Strangers may reign, and you destroy,
What likes him by sword's stroke.
8A foreign foe whom neither thy force,
Nor manners do approve,
Woe is to thee, by guile and slight
Will only win above.
9This mighty nation was to force,
Invincible and stout,
Will yield slowly to destiny,
Great pity is but doubt.
10In former age the Scots renown
Did flourish goodly gay!
But yet alas! will be overcome
With a great dark decay.
11Then mark and see what is the cause
Of this so wond'rous fall!
Contempt of faith, falsehood, deceit,
The wrath of God withal.
12Unsatiable greed of worldly gain,
Oppression, cries of the poor;
A perpetual and slanderous race,
No justice put indure.
