OLD SCOTTISH PROPHECIES.
1 SCOTLAND be ſad now and lament
thy child whom thou haſt loſt,
Bereft of kings, falſely undone,
by thine unkindly hoſt.
2 Alas! the free is bound become,
and deceit is thy fall;
The falſehood of the Britiſh race,
has brought thee into thrall.
3 The grave of the moſt noble prince,
to all is great regret,
Not ſubject to law, who doth leave
the kingdom and eſtate.
4 O anguiſh great! where every kind
and age doth lament,
Whom bitter death has ta'en away,
ſhall Scotland ſore repent.
5 Lately a land of rich increaſe,
a nation ſtout, and true,
Has loſt her former dear eſtate,
which they did hold in due.
6 By hard conflict, and by the chance,
of mobile Fortune's force,
Thy hap, and thy proſperity,
is turned into worſe.
7 Thou wont to win, now is ſubdu'd
and come in under yoke;
A ſtranger reigns and doth deſtroy
what likes him, with ſword's ſtroke.
8 The Engliſh race, whom neither force
nor manner do approve,
Woe is to thee: by guile and flight
is only win above.
9 This mighty nation was tofore
invincible and ſtout,
Has yielded low to deſtiny,
great pity is no doubt.
10 In former age the Scots renown
did flouriſh goodly gay:
But now, alas! is over-clad
with a great dark decay
11 Then mark and ſee what is the cauſe
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