To His HIGHNESS the Prince of Orange. The Humble ADDRESS and SUPPLICATION of the CAMERONIAN PRESBYTERIANS IN SCOTLAND  

In first place, SIR, we humbly crave,  
That You, this poor Address receive;  
DO not disdain it, though its Fashion  
Be not like others of the Nation:  
Who are more used we do confess,  
In every Change to make Address  
Sometimes for this, sometims for that,  
And oft themselves knew not for what.  
Next with our Thanks as we can give it.  
From honest Hearts, You may believe it.  
It's known so to the whole Nation,  
That we use no diffimulation,  
But tell our mind like honest Fe'lows,  
For which our Brethren got the Gallows.  
Now let Your Wisdom, SIR, Inherent,  
Led You forth as GOD'S Vicegerent;  
That You revive the good old Cause,  
Re-establish Fundamental Laws  
And Covenants that better far,  
Then Test that doth with itself jar  
Whose Tenor if You keep and scope,  
Then SIR you need not fear the Pope.  
Put down the Prelates, and all those  
That gave your Neck, so to your Foes;  
And makes Heaven's Darling when they please,  
It You their Learned Address revise:  
Whole Pride and Avarice is such,  
As is not kend among the Dutch,  
They're not such Bishop as the Apostles,  
Doth Describe in their Epistles,   

First they are not apt to Teach,  
Since once a Year they do but Preach,  
And seldom that unless it fares,  
They Preach at Great men's Funerals.  
Where with great Freedom they will lie,  
In the Blessed Chair of Verity.   

Not given to Wine the Apostles says,  
Hamiltons' practice this denies.  
Who has been so much given to Wine,  
He's more good Fellow then Divine.   

Thirdly die Husband of one Wife,  
Let Band string John say on his Life;  
And Conscience he is such an one,  
We will him send to Collington.  
Of filthy Lucre they're not free  
Their Benefices doth testify  
And farther that doth us enrage,  
They Lord over GOD'S Heritage.  
Which is a great Sin in our sight,  
If we do read the Bible right,  
If such be unreprovable  
We to Yourself SIR, do appeal.  
That they want Bishops Qualities,  
It is made out Your Highness sees.  
We Love not much SIR, to Reflect,  
But we must Villainy Delect.  
When we do see it in a Lown,  
Tho it be covered with a Gown.  
Therefore again we do Obtest.  
You purge the Land of them and Test.  
For it is known they are not free  
Of Bloodshed and of Perjury.  
And since that cries against this Land,  
Which made you take your Life in hand.  
And bravely gain the point at length,  
At which we aimed but wanted Strength.  
To crush the head of Tyranny,  
And Absolute Supremacy.  
Therefore this speech we do direct  
Humbly entreating your Protect.  
It's from Dragoons and their old Horse,  
And from the Rage of Bloody Force.  
If you shall look on us as Faulty,  
Your Enemies will say your Guilty.  
Seeing we suffered all along,  
For Points your Highness thinks not wrong.   

And Lastly SIR, we you Advise,  
For Sometimes Fools Counsels the Wise.  
Cause purge the Kirk of men not sent,  
The Curates who have made this Rent.  
That were Thrust in for to keep Room,  
And open kept the Door for Rome.  
'Cause swipe the Courts of Bawds and Whores  
And Courtiers that are ill doers  
And when all such are turned out,  
It's likely SIR we'll come to Court,  
Victorious SIR, we humbly beg,  
That you may purge us from such Dreg.  
And grant what we before express,  
And we shall freely pay the Cess.  
Or any Tribute you impose,  
And shall SIR, pray against your Foes.  
Your Highness knows the Prayers of such,  
If servant be availeth much.  
We were the first, SlR, in the Nation,  
Who did proclaim your Declaration.  
Where all may see it's a false thing,  
To say we do not own a King.  
We do confess, we did gainstand,  
Impious Laws made in the land:  
And Duke of York whom they made King,  
And that SlR, for no other thing,  
But that we judged by our Bible,  
He should not King but had a Lybel.  
Because he was not presbyter,  
And firmly thought us to ensnare.  
And bring us back by Boots and Rope,  
To damn our Souls and serve the Pope.  
But Providence did send you here,  
To put a stop to their Carrier.  
When the Army heard of Swisser Saints,  
From Atheists they turned Protestants.  
Of sudden, and took such remorse,  
They left their King both Foot and Horse,  
For which we in one we do Agree,  
To serve you to Posterity.   

SIR, Take this speech as we can write it.  
For we have few Learned Men to dyte it.  
No sooner got we men of sense,  
But still the Council sent them hence:  
By Bullet, Rope, or otherway,  
Suffered them not at death to Pray.  
But beat their Drums and made a sport,  
Of Alva lest they should come short.  
It would be tedious to enlarge,  
And give our Enemies their Charge.  
The Hind let loose, when it is seen,  
Will tell you SIR, what we have been.  
And other Pieces of great worth,  
Which else we have and shall let forth.  
By which You'll find we are not Noddies,  
Tho we be poor and wand'ring Bodies,  
We hope Your Highness will excuse,  
That we Your Patience will abuse.  
With this Tedious and Rude Rhyme,  
When you are Throng and has no time.  
That were prolict this is the Reason,  
To Supplicat before was Treason.  
We wish you well, SIR, in a word,  
You we will serve with Life and Sword.    

Printed in the Year MDCLXXXIX.