Scoticlassicum.  
Upon His MAJESTY'S happy arrivail in Scotland.  
EDINBURGH.  
Printed by GEDEON LITHGOW, 1650.   


1.  
The Heavens have heard our groans at leng●●  
Our Prayers have with God prevailed,  
●nd all the damned plots are failed,  
Which Hell did hatch with skill and strength,  
●reat Charles our Sun (ecclypst almost)  
●hines fair on Caledonïas' coast,  
●is beams the blackest clouds do clear,  
●he Temples in loud thanks do Sing,  
●he Castles pales of Cannon ring,  
●nd joy doth every Where appear.   

2.  
●ee how those Hellhounds Snarling stand,  
●hose branded Curs that barked of late,  
Against this Country, Church and State.  
●nd Curse a fare this happy land:  
Malicious Mastiffs, shame of men,  
●hat durst so long a King detain  
●rom those that sued Him even with tears;  
●ou'd rather seen Him beg His bread  
●hen Scotland's Crown set on His head,  
Because you'd have no Credit there.   

3.  
That Providence that Sweys the Spheres,  
Did pull Him from your filthy claws,  
T●o let you sit with gaping jaws,  
And belch out oaths disdain full jeers,  
And if you be but worth a groat  
To drink Confusion to the Scott  
Lash Lesly, whip Argile, and Spare not,  
They in their King's just cause will go  
Where you dare not your faces Show,  
And though you hang yourselves they can not.   

4.  
Go with your renting rascal rabble  
Of Colonels coined Without cloaks,  
Stout men in talk if words were Strokes,  
And Valiant at a Well Served table:  
We hate that damning cursing crew  
Whom there oune Cruntry forth did Spew  
And who have drawn these judgements down  
There wicked lives, blasphemous tongues,  
Oppressions, Villainies, and Wroungs  
Have to these fires the bellows bloune.   

5.  
We hope with help of Heaven alone  
With Scottish hands and Valour stout,  
To beat those bloody Rogues to rout  
And set King Charles on England's Throne,  
And with there blood to wash away  
That blot they falsely on us lay  
That we for money Sold the Father,  
The World our Innocence shall see,  
And that those Traitor's perfidy,  
Deceived our trust, or Weakness rather.   

6.  
When England had a Parliament  
Complete, composed of honest men,  
Ere knaves and Sectaries began  
To work their damnable intent,  
The King upon the Solemn oath  
Of English Peers was free to both,  
The Scots from Tine marchd over Tweed:  
Then Rogues risen up, and might made right,  
The Soldier 'gainst the State did fight  
And His oune King a Captive lead.   

7.  
The Coward City Cuckold's nest,  
For all her guns cast open Her gates,  
And save the Houses fored; the seatts  
By Independent Knaves possessed,  
Slaves took the power into their hands,  
The Nobles couched at their Commands  
The King was carried up and down,  
Till from the bar unto the block  
The Sacred Head stopped to the stroke  
Of a base Axe which felled the Crown.   

8.  
Arch-Traytors, Tigers, Wolvish dogs,  
That durst the Lords anointed kill,  
The Sacred blood that you did Spill,  
Shall drown your fields to bloody bogs:  
Heavens vengeance shall so heavy fall,  
On you and your successors all.  
That England shall for ever mourn  
The ground for corn sour Hemp shall yee●  
To Hang you up in every field,  
And all your Trees shall gibbets turn.   

9  
The  ghost shall haunt your Hall,  
And horror shall your Souls affright,  
Hell's sights in silence of the Night  
Your guilty Consciences shall gall.  
The Scottish sword shall mow you down,  
And when your carcases are throune  
On dunghills, for the ravens food,  
The stinch of them shall raise a pest  
And famine shall consume the rest  
To root out your unlucky brood.   

10.  
But you good souls that sigh to see  
A Rascal rabble rule and Reign,  
And dare not for your lives complain  
Faint not, though you oppressed be.  
The happy day will shortly come,  
Shall bring your King triumphant home  
And bring the Golden Age again  
But London must be first laid low  
That Charles may o'er her ashes go  
To hang up Cromwell in a chain.   

11.  
Rouse up you drowsy peevish Peers,  
For shame be not for ever slaves  
Your place and blood more Courage craves,  
Degener not from your Forebe'ers,  
They next to God did love there King,  
From whom there Honours all did Spring  
Will you by Coxcombs be Commanded!  
By Souters, Tailors, Cobblers, Curs,  
Then quite your golden Swords and Spurre●  
And take Some Trade to understand it.   

12.  
Base Gentry blush, and hid your faces,  
To serve such Clounes as keep you low,  
And Squeeze your substance from you so  
That they are Lords, you have but laces  
Yet will you Suffer and sit still,  
And give your money with good will,  
Who grudgd at subsidies before?  
Packhorses who should pity you,  
Since your Content your backs to bow  
We wish your burdens may be more.   

13.  
Levites dare you lift up your hands  
To beg a blessing on these men,  
Whom their Dread Sovereign's blood doth stain,  
And cries for Vengeance on the Land?  
Are you Seduced all, and led  
By your neew Mahomet that blade,  
The Prophet Peter, Hugh that cries?  
A stubborn spirit rules in Him  
When sack in spires him to the brim  
His Lord and Master He denies.   

14.  
Preach woe and judgement hanging over  
That cursed crew that killed their King,  
And all those plagues that Heaven will bring  
Upon those Murderers, thunder, roar.  
Tell Traitor Fairfax to his face,  
Though he have now laid down his Place  
Yet from God's hand He cannot flee,  
And pray that they may ne'er repent,  
That did there Prince's death consent  
But that the innocent be free.   

15.  
Poor people muzzled, and missled,  
That must a monster now adore  
Shake of thy yoke and groan no more  
In slavery but set up thy head.  
Cal for your King, hang up those Knaves,  
That suck your blood and make you slaves  
There is no service to a King:  
He is your Father and your Lord  
Ordained of God to sway the sword  
His Reign shall blessings to you bring.   

16.  
Thou soldier that hast sold thy soul  
For Lawless liberty and gain  
A Tyrant Monster to maintain  
With many heads, most ugly foul,  
Thy wickedness and woeful wrong  
Shall find the just reward ere loung  
When thou dismembered torn shalt lie  
And curse these Rogues that made thee rise,  
Against thy King, before whose Eyes  
Thou gasps in gore but canst not die.   

17.  
Up Scotland then thy Standards spread,  
And follow forth/ Lord of Hosts,  
Who Laughs at bragging Pharos boasts,  
And through the seas his oune doth lead,  
His hand from heaven shall lead thee on  
To tread thine enemies necks upon,  
And o'er their bells Conquering go  
Till Thou set Charles upon his Throne,  
And see those Traitors every one  
Hanged quartered, drawn, thy Zeal to show.   

18.  
And Thou o Lord! go still before.  
Armed with Thy Thunder's fire and flame,  
To put his ennemies to shame  
That will not his just power a door,  
Send Thy destroying Angel down  
The Rebel camp in blood to drown,  
But guard thine oune with Walls of fire  
Shoot Lightnings in their faces Lord,  
And strike them blind until the Sword  
Have drunk their blood at full desire   

19  
Go on Great King God Thee descend  
And Crown thy head with Victory.  
That all thine ennemies may see  
Heaven's blessing doth thy arms attend.  
May thy just Sword Sharp Vengeance take  
Of those that Seek thy power to shake  
And cut the cords of Conjuration,  
And may Thy Sceptre break and bruise  
All that thy just Command refuse.  
And thou be dear every Nation.   

20.  
Defend the Church she is Thy Mother  
Her blessing shall upon Thee be,  
Her Prayers have preserved Thee,  
God hears Her Still above all other,  
Let no proud Prelates creep within  
Her gates, Strange guises te begin,  
But have over Such a Watchful Eye  
These Wolves did Waste the Church of late  
And troubled Sore both Church and State  
The Load did heavy on Her lie.   

21.  
Maintain the Laws, and make more good,  
Do justice as becomes Thy place,  
And be no niggard of thy Grace,  
Nor Lavish of Thy subjects blood:  
So shall Thy throne establishd be  
In Righteousness and Equity  
And Plenty shall heap up Thy store.  
Thy Lands shall flourish, and Thy ships  
Shall safely plough the Swelling deeps,  
And fill with foreign good Thy shore.   

22.  
Brave Nobles that from ancient names  
Draw your descent and, pedigree,  
Whose worthy featts of Chivalry  
Left lasting Honours to these Times,  
What fair occasion have you now  
Your Loyal Courage for to show  
In Service of your noble King?  
Heaven's never blest a better cause  
God calls you, and your duty draws,  
Then bravely forth your banners bring,   

23.  
Stand up in arms all honest Scots.  
Revenge your King, His Crowns recover,  
And Conquerors march all England over,  
To sheathe your Swords in Rebels throats.  
Pull those usurping Traitors down  
And hang them up, then burn there Town  
That nothing may remain at all,  
Then salt upon the ashes sow  
That never grass again may grow,  
Where London Stood nor yet Whitehall.   

24.  
Great King of Kings preserve our King  
And guard Him with Thy Angels bright,  
Cover His head when He Shall fight:  
And to His breast a buckler bring:  
Make all His ennemies shall back,  
All Strength and Courage from them take  
And let His Sword be drunk with blood,  
That when Thy hand hath Scattered them,  
He may give glory to Thy Name,  
And loung Reign, Happy, lust, and Good.