The committee-mans' Complaint, and the SCOTS Honest usage.  

I Am a poor Committee-man  
(although there be not many)  
Yet where the bonny Blue-Caps come,  
those sure are poor, if any.  
The North was called the barren Land,  
we pitied were at London;  
To us the Plagues of Egypt came,  
and have our Countries undone.  
You need not go too far to ask,  
examine M. Needam,  
he'll swear, all that the Scots have done,  
is for the kingdom's freedom.   

That Money was first sent to them,  
but summoned them together;  
The next great Sum was for them raised,  
that was to bring them hither:  
Our loyal friends, who called the Scots,  
now heartily abhor them,  
But that Sir Thomas Fairfax came,  
they had not now sent for them.  
You need not &c.   

These Northern Locusts to us came  
in swarms, like Bees together;  
But they may thank their general King,  
or they had ne'er reached hither:  
Had he been like Sir Marmaduke,  
we then had struck a battle,  
And made the bonny Blue-Cap run  
to Tweed, like Summer cattle.  
You need not &c.   

But they into our country came,  
and will you know the reason?  
'Twas for our goods they came, they say,  
and that could be no Treason.  
No sooner were they come, but they  
our goods began to plunder,  
And left us nothing but our soil,  
that they could bear or sunder.  
You need not &c.   

They left us Sicknesses and sins,  
(the Darlings of that Nation)  
The Flux, the nasty Pestilence,  
Lust, Pride, Dissimulation;  
Besides, they have infected us  
with strange Religious Treasons,  
And masked them with a Covenant,  
more to abuse our Reasons.  
You need not &c.   

Besides their Money monthly raised,  
our Lands were sequestrated,  
Two hundred thousand pounds they got,  
and all their demands stated:  
All what they liked, our Horse and arms  
they took▪ so they disarmed us,  
And left the North as poor as Job,  
and swore our wealth but harmed us.  
You need not &c.   

They out of Yorkshire carried more  
Than would have bought two Scotland's,  
Yet could not keep our Horse alive,  
they have less grass than oatlands:  
Our men in Scotland died like Dogs,  
with change of air and diet,  
With good oatmeal, long & short Keale,  
yet will they not be quiet.  
You need not &c.   

This Needam is Britannicus,  
so they misname the Creature,  
There's scarce a Car-man in the town,  
but dares proclaim him traitor:  
And for the bonny Blue-Cap, I  
will be so bold to tell him,  
Had he his good King Charles again,  
for silver he would sell him.  
But since the South, to save themselves,  
the loyal North have undone,  
We hope there is a Northern man  
may now come even with London.  
You need not go too far to ask,  
examine M. Needam,  
he'll swear, all that the Scots have done,  
is for the kingdom's freedom.   
London: Aug: 26: 1647  
FINIS.