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To abolish the memory
Of all that oppos'd Popery,
All Protestants he did despise,
And many slew without assise:
He order'd that they should be shot,
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.
He fram'd all mischief by a law,
To make poor Scotland stand in awe:
Threaten'd to make a hunting field
Of shires that would not fully yield.
He all the venom in the pit,
In face of piety did spit.
He hated all maliciously,
And any sovereign but me.
Disdained common honesty,
Lov'd nothing but impiety:
He in my service posted fast,
Until his projects got a blast
When Orange did come o'er the sea,
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;
He serv'd me well with all his might
Against the Whigs with great despite:
