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Thomas Rymer's Prophecies,
SCOTLAND be ſad now and lament,
thy children now is loſt,
Bereav'd of thy kings, ſalſly undone,
by thine unkindly hoſt
Alas, the free is bound become,
and deceit is thy fall,
The falſehood of the Britiſh race,
has brought thee into thrall
The grave of the moſt noble price,
To all is great regrete,
The ſubject to law who doth leave,
the kingdom and eſtate.
O anguiſh great where every kind,
and ages doth lament,
Whom bitter death has taken away,
ſhall Scotland ſore repent
Lately a land of rich increaſe,
a nation ſtout and true
Has loſt their former dear eſtate,
which they did hold of due.
By hard conflict and by the chance,
of noble fortune's force,
Thy hap and thy poſterity,
is turned into worſe
Thou went to win now is ſubdu'd,
and come in under yoke:
A ſtranger reigns and doth deſtroy,
what likes him by ſwords ſtroke,
The Engliſh race who ne'er forſe,
no manners do approve,
Woe is to thee, by guile and ſlight.
is only win above.
This mighty nation was to-fore,
