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That from the greateſt to the leaſt,
All men might ſerve the Romiſh beaſt.
He deeply ſworn was to Rome,
To ſeek all Preſbytenans doom,
To aboliſh the memory
Of all that oppos'd Popery.
All Proteſtants he did deſpiſe,
And many flew without aſſize.
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 miſchiefs by a law,
To make Scotland an aceldama ;
Threat'ned 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 maliciouſlie,
Had 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,
