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He was bred with me all his days
And never from my laws did stray,
For he black Popery did profess,
In Scotland he set up the Mass.
A toleration he did give,
That mystery Babel might revive.
He took to him absolute power,
For to advance the Romish whore,
He stopped all the penal laws
Were made for weakning of my cause;
And gave a golden liberty
For all sorts of idolatry.
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.
He deeply sworn was to Rome,
To seek all Presbyterians doom,
To abolish the memory
Of all that oppos'd Popery.
All protestants he did despise,
And many slew without assize,
He order'd that they should be shot,
Where they were found in every spot;
By hellish soldiers, my drudges,
Whom he impower'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 mischiefs by a law,
To make Scotland an Aceldama;
Threatened to make a hunting-field
Of shires that would not fully yield.
