“ Unto my jot each man they fell;
A company of as brave men,
As ever minister did send,
By such a sentence unto me,
Whom I embrac’d most willingly:
'Cause formerly I did commend,
In many things these worthy men. ”

“ But did not toil so much for me
As Lag, who in his person went
To every place where he was sent,
To persecute both man and wife,
Who he knew led a pious life.
Brave Clavers flourish'd in his day,
And many lives did take away ”

“ They were so crooked, hard and sharp,
They pierc'd men's substance to the heart:
The king's commission while he did bear,
Men lost their conscience, life or gear:
But Charles too soon him discarded,
Yet I his kindness well rewarded ”

“ For Purgatory, I must tell,
It is the lowest place in hell;
Well plenish'd with the Romish sort.
Where thousands of them do resort.
There many a Prince and Pope do dwell,
Fast fetter'd in that lower cell. ”

“ Where they were found in every spot,
By hellish soldiers, my drudges,
Whom he empower'd in place of judges,
Suspected persons for to try
And at their pleasure make them die,
Without allowing liberty
To fit them for eternity. ”

“ It criminal was in his day
To own the covenanted way;
For he intended in short time,
To make Pop’ry thro’ Scotland shine,
That from the greatest to the least,
All men might serve the Romish beast. ”

“ And to make priests look fat and fine,
Who nought but carnal things do mind;
For this is what I truly know,
They come not back from whence they go.
They who take their abode with me,
From that place they are never free. ”

“ Earlshall, who serv'd me many a year,
And for my interest did appear;
He serv'd his 'prenticeship below,
Then to the mountains he did go,
The Cameronians to defeat,
People, whom I do greatly hate. ”

“ Two men in Twingham some did find,
And with hair tethers did them bind,
Like sheep for slaughter there they lay,
George Short, and David Haliday.
Till Lag came up, and gave command,
To kill them quickly out of hand ”

“ Like a base coward he did flee;
Then he did abdicate the crown,
And after liv'd a vagabond;
Till at St. Germains he did die,
And then he did come to me.
I need not speak of Queensberry,
No man was loyaler than he ”

“ When I perceiv'd that it was gone,
I out of pity brought him home;
Now Whigs may sleep in a sound skin,
They'll never get mair skaith of him.
My friends that were of lower note,
In justice should not be forget ”