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To rip his breaſt at my deſire,
And burn his beart quick in the fire!
Mangled his hands, and took them off,
That they might be the people's ſcoff;
And afterwards ſtruck off his pow,
And ſet it on the Nether-bow!
And cut his body all aſunder,
And plac'd it for a world's wonder!
Thus he ſhook off humanity,
For the reſpect he had to me.
At laſt in horror he did die,
And went to Tophet dolefully.
Monmouth did me a noble turn,
When he to Bothwel-bridge did come,
With armed force, with power and might,
He ſtew, and put the Whigs to flight.
Altho' it was the Sabbath-day,
He would not grant them a delay,
But inſtantly did daſh them down,
And took them captives to the town :
They pris'ners were in the Grey-friars,
Until a falſe oath they did ſwear,
Or in the dungeons were ſhut cloſe,
Where they their lives were like to loſe.
Some got the gallows, ſome the ſea,
Some hang'd, ſome drown'd, that pleased me.
Earlſhal, 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.
At Aird's moſs he ſurpriz'd that crew,
Cameron their champion he flew,
