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Take books and rent ’um, who would invent ’um,
When as the Sword replies, negatur argumentum?
Your grand Colledge Butlers must stoop to your sutlers,
There’s not a Library living like the cutlers;
The bloud that is spilt, sir, hath gaind all the guilt, sir,
Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the hilts Sir.
When as the Sword replies, negatur argumentum?
Your grand Colledge Butlers must stoop to your sutlers,
There’s not a Library living like the cutlers;
The bloud that is spilt, sir, hath gaind all the guilt, sir,
Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the hilts Sir.
A Medly of Nations.
The Scots.
I am a bonny Scot, Sir, my name is mickle John,
’Twas I was in the Plot, Sir, when first the war begun:
I left the Court one thousand six hundred forty one,
But since the flight at Woster-fight we all are undone;
I serv’d my Lord & Master, when as he lig’d at home,
[But since by a sad disaster, he receiv’d his doom,]
Our Cause did shrink, Gods bread, I think
The Deel’s got in his room:
He no man fears, but stamps and stares
Through all Christendom.
I have travell’d mickle ground
Since I came from Worcester Pound,
I have gang’d a galland round
Through all our neighbouring Nations,
And what their opinions are
Unto you I shall declare,
’Twas I was in the Plot, Sir, when first the war begun:
I left the Court one thousand six hundred forty one,
But since the flight at Woster-fight we all are undone;
I serv’d my Lord & Master, when as he lig’d at home,
[But since by a sad disaster, he receiv’d his doom,]
Our Cause did shrink, Gods bread, I think
The Deel’s got in his room:
He no man fears, but stamps and stares
Through all Christendom.
I have travell’d mickle ground
Since I came from Worcester Pound,
I have gang’d a galland round
Through all our neighbouring Nations,
And what their opinions are
Unto you I shall declare,
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