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On the Rout of the disloyal Partie of Scots at Dunbarre.
Is Iockie routed? Charon, rig thy boat
If worth thy labour, with fresh rushes strow't;
Waftage enough feare not, but yet prepare
A strong rough stretcher, if thy naul, thy fare
They dare deny thee, break their crags mon, do,
Else scarce wil't have one ha'penny for two.
If thou art wise get a blue bonnet on,
They'l pay thee better 'cause their Country-mon.
See here they come mon, what a Scottish drove
Crouds in full flocks unto th' Elysian grove!
Foure thousand at the least! Heark! what a shrill
Sad noise, the mazes of my eares doth fill!
And on their tender parchments beat from thence
Like drum-sticks an Alarum to my sense!
What strange confused Ecchos do I hear,
Howlings for losse of Bernes, of gudes and geer!
Oh prethy see, see how along they gang
With kettles at their gurdles! o're their shoulders hang
Course oat-meal bags, as though they'd beg a boon
Of Pluto, still to feed on Pattaloon;
Ah Charon, lanch into the deep, there make
Conditions e're they board thee, do not take
A mon into thy skiffe till thou art paid;