SCOTLAND'S  FOR THE RETURNE OF THEIR ARMY. TOGETHER With a true Copy of a Letter from DUBLIN of their last Proceed, sent to john Bibie Drum-Major for the Tower and City of London.  
LONDON: Printed in the same Year, The Scots Army did retire.  
Printed for T. Paine and M. Simmons. 1642.   

SCOTLAND'S  FOR HER ARMIES safe, joyful, and prosperous return from ENGLAND.  

Blessed be the living Lord, who reigns above,  
To Scotland, who hath shown such signs of love:  
And maugre ravenous Rome, and spiteful Spain,  
Kept us abroad, and brought us safe again  
Unto our native soil, with Songs of joy,  
foiling our Foes, who would us all destroy.  
Who would have looked when first we marched o'er Tweid,  
So long, and well, in England we should speed,  
Kerbing all those did threat us to withstand,  
And feeding on the best fruits of their Land,  
Having Christ's Word, and Sacraments in peace,  
And purity, in Superstitions Place,  
Returning with such credit, joy, and fame,  
And blessings great, which no Pen can proclaim.   

Seeing our Princes sweet and gracious face,  
And feasting with contentment; with his Grace,  
Foes gnashed their teeth, so blest a day to see,  
When Scot's (who Traitors were proclaimed to be)  
Now counted are best Subjects, by our King,  
Which joys our hearts above all earthly thing.  
Blessed August, joyfullest Month in all the year,  
In thee we marched o'er Tyne, and did retire,  
With joyful hearts, and songs of endless praise  
To GOD, who hath us blest, in all our ways;  
God's Israel no moe marvellous favours found,  
Nor we brave Scots, into a stranger's Land,  
They marvels great did find from God most high,  
But all were worlds of wonders, we did see.   

Ah wretched vipers, to your native soil,  
Who would have wished your Country's final foil,  
Who can paint out your woes, sin, shame, and scorn,  
By God, your King, and all true Scots, forlorn.  
Rome hang thy head, thy hellish plots are gone,  
And bailfull Bishops your bad change bemoan,  
Your dreary train no help from Laud can find,  
And by Saint Peter's Chair, is left behind,  
Newcastle, Durhame, and you Towns by Ties  
Keep what you heard from us, and saw with eyes;  
Return not to your wont dregs of Rome,  
Lest you be cursed, and doleful be your doom,  
And one day we to your just condemnation  
Bear witness of your breach of Protestation.   

Lord bless our wise, and valiant General,  
Our Nobles, Cavaliers, and Soldiers all,  
Who for Christ's cause, and their dear Countries good,  
Devoted honours, life, name, means, and blood.  
Fame (times eternal Herald) shall proclaim  
To Ages all, your never dying Name.  
Cursed be those hellish spirits (who hence shall move)  
Stirs us among, to break the bonds of Love:  
England farewell, Lord plant his truth in thee,  
That thou with us, in Peace and Purity;  
May worship God, and hate that Man of Sin,  
Whose brood too long hath Britain breathed within:  
Welcome sweet Scotland, who is like to thee?  
Pay God thy vows, so blest thou still shall be.   

Lord bless our good, our great, and gracious King,  
That long in these Three Kingdoms, he may reign:  
And that his seed, the Sceptre still may sway  
While Titan cease, to rule the glistering Day;  
That grace and Peace may flourish in our Land,  
And blessed Astrea have the sole command:  
That they who love Sion's felicity,  
His Counsellors, and Courtiers may be.  
Lord from his Throne all Parasites remove,  
And firebrands Zion hate, that Rome do love.  
So he a blessed King shall reign on Earth,  
And Ages all, shall blaze his fame and worth.  
God shall be honoured, and the Kingdoms three  
Shall bless the time, they did King Charles see.    

A LETTER SENT FROM John Bacon, an Officer (under Sir Simon Harcot in Dublin) to John Bibie an Officer in the Tower of LONDON.  
Dear Friend, for all your former favours I hearty thank you, and in requital thereof, I can do no less than impart to you the heads of our late proceed.  
We have lost two Lieutenants and two Ensigns of our Regiment on service that we have been upon; We drew out three thousand foot and horse with us, and went twelve miles into the Country, we drew out with us four field Pieces, thinking to give the Rebels a pitched Battle, but they run away like dogs, where we took twenty and odd of the Rebels, and hanged them up, that had formerly burned a Town called Newerd-Castell, and another Castle close by it called Castle-Lyons; and then we marched for the Nase, where we lay one night and a day, and took the Town, and fired eleven Towns besides, and there we lay four days in the fields horse and foot: Our Forces were under Command of Sir Simon Harcot, and Sir Charles Coote, and Colonel Crayford. The Horse was under the Command of the Earl of Ormond, Lieutenant General of the Field. Since that we went to a Castle called Artaine, where we took good provision, and had good pillage, and are now safe returned to Dublin, thanks be to the Lord for it.  

We may well say, the Lord hath been with us in six  
troubles, and in the seventh he hath not left us.  
If it had not been the Lord, who was on our side,  
when men risen up against us:  
Then they had swallowed us up quick: when their  
wrath was kindled against us.  
Blessed be the Lord: who hath not given us as a prey  
to their teeth.   
Dublin Feb. 12. 1641. I rest yours to use, JOHN BACON.  
FINIS.