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Hope thou in God's goodneſs ever,
and mercies manifold.
For thou that now a patient art,
and ſeemeth to be bonnd,
At liberty ſhall free be ſet,
with Empire be renown'd.
From high above ſhall grace come down
and thy ſtate Scotland be,
In latter end more proſperous,
nor former age did ſee
Old prophecies foretold by thee,
a warlike heir he's born,
Who ſhall recover new his right;
advance his kingdom's horn.
Then ſhall the Scots ſweet with blood,
and ſlaughter that they make,
The King himſelf revenger ſhall,
the guilty troops down wreck,
The Engliſh nation ſhall invade,
but not eſcape a plague.
With ſword with thirſt, with tear and peſt,
with fears and ſuch like ague.
And after enemies thrown down,
and maſtered by war,
Then Scotland in peace quietly,
paſs joyful days for ever.
When HEMPE Is come and alſo gone,
Scotland and England ſhall be one:
| K | K | Q | K | Q |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Henry | Edward | Mary | Philip | Eliz- |
| VIII. | VI. | of Spain; | ||
| Q: Mary's Huſb: |
Praiſed be God alone, for Hempe's come & gone,
And left us old Albion to join in one.
