Scotland's THANKSGIVING TO THE LORD FOR HER Armies safe, joyful and prosperous returning from England.  

Lest be the living LORD, Who reigns above  
To Scotland who hath shown such signs of love:  
And Maugra 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 speid,  
Curbing 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 puritle, 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 blessed a day to see,  
When Scots (who traitors were proclaimed to be)  
Now counted are best subjects, by our KING,  
Which joys our hearts, above all earthly thing.  
Blessed August, joyful lest month of all the year,  
In thee we Marched o'er Tyne, and did reteir,  
With joyful hearts, and songs of endless praise  
To GOD, who hath us blessed, in all our ways,  
God's Israel no moe marvelous savours sand  
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 foil,  
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 hing 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,  
New castle, Durrhame, and you towns by Ties  
Kiep, what you heard from us, and saw with eyes,  
Return not to your wonted dregs of Rome,  
Left 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 Chrysts cause, and their dear Coantreys 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 vowcs, so blessed thou still shall be.   

LORD bless our good, our great, and gracious KING,  
That long in their three kingdoms, he may reign,  
And that his feed, 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 zions felicity,  
His counsellors, and Courtiers may be,  
LORD from his throne all parasites remove,  
And firebrands Zion hare, that Rome do love,  
So he the blessed King who reigns on earth,  
That ages all, shall blaze his fame, and worth:   

GOD shall be honoured, and their kingdoms three  
Shall bless the time, they did King CHARLES see.   
Hadingtoun, August. 28, 1641. M. Patrick Hamiltoune Minister at Cambuslang.  
FINIS.   

in the year that our army came here 1641.