THE REBEL CAPTIVE. An Excellent New SONG, On the taking of Argile in Scotland by three Young Men, who met him as he was flying away in Disguise, after his Men had deserted him, etc.  
Behold Argile the Famous Rebel, He  
Who awed Three Kingdoms, now subdued by Three.  
Oh Archibald! (to save) hard was thy Doom,  
I'th' Field a wretched Life to lose at Home,  
To the Tune of Sawny and Jockey. etc.  
 

I.  
THree bony Lads were Sawny Cloud Hamilton,  
And Andrew Grier the Captain that led 'em on,  
When for the Loons it proved a fatal day,  
Argile was ta'en, and all his Men run away.  
When Douglas Jived him,  
Rived him,  
Drived him  
And of all hopes had deprived him,  
Routed him, flouted him,  
The De'l bigoted him,  
And now the States a Rope have allotted him.   

II.  
On June the Fifteenth, oh! 'twas a Fatal day,  
Archibald fled, and all the Rogues run away  
In a disguise the Loon thought to shun his Fate,  
Three bonny Boys stopped him on the Gate,  
In a blue Bonnet,  
On it  
One hit  
Such a bread Gash as made him tull own it,  
Oh! spare me,  
Disarm me,  
And do no more harm me,  
For I am Argile the head o' th' Whig Army.   

III.  
Quarters, oh! quarters! I yield myself Prisoner,  
Here take my Sword too that useless Tool of War.  
Footmen and Horses, now I all give you o'er,  
Dunbartons Forces no Man can stand before.  
But they will fight him,  
Right him,  
Fright him,  
The proudest Foe; will put to the flight him,  
Thunder him,  
Plunder him,  
Dash all asunder him,  
And make Argile himself truckle under him.   

IV.  
Thus having yielded up both his Sword and Durg,  
The Bony Boys conveyed him to Edingburg,  
Where with a Train he enters the Water-Gate,  
Th' Hangman walking before in Muckle State  
With a Hemp Garter,  
The Martyr to Quarter  
And by the Lugs to cut the Loon shorter.  
The same Fate  
Ever wait,  
To Crown the Rebel's Pate,  
And all such Traitors as dare oppose the State.    

Printed by N. Thompson at the Entrance into 〈◊〉 ●ld Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross.