And troth they beat him out and out, he could not keep ’em pace. But Wills with expeditious march these foot-pads did surround, And then they look’d like harmless sheep coop’d up within a pound. Then Forster got a posset, and gave his priest the Tythe, But posset could not make the priest nor general look blithe. Then Forster and his perjur’d crew surrender prisoners, And show’d they were no Whigs, for they did not delight in wars. Then as they march’d to London, Oh! ’twas a gallant show, The Whigs bid the music play ‘_Traitors all a-row_.’ About this time the said Lord Mar (depending on his number) March’d up against the brave Argyle, and thought to bring him under. But tho’ he had full four to one (which you may say is odds) Of Highland Loons dress’d dreadfully, with Bonnets, Dirks, and plads. Yet bold Argyle, with Britons brave, engag’d him near Dunblane, And soon with loss made him retire much faster than he came. Then Mar sent to the Chevalier, to hasten o’er to Scoon, And said, ‘He should not want a crown, tho’ the Ale-wives pawn’d their spoon.’ But Mar’s design was plainly, when next they went to fight, Only to show a _dismal thing_ which would like Death’s-head fright. At length the _pale-fac’d Hero_ came, and like an Owler lands, Indeed he had much reason, for the goods were contrabands. As soon as he arrived, a Scottish ague took him, And tho’ he swallow’d _Jesuit’s Bark_, Good Lady! how it shook him. The non-resisting Damsels believ’d the omen bad, When at first speech the _Baby_ cried, which made his Council mad. But when he heard Argyle approach’d with army in array, As Perkin came in like a thief, so again he stole away. So there’s an end of Perkin, and thus I end my Lays, With God preserve our Glorious George, and all his royal race!” CHAPTER IV. ELECTIONEERING AND PARTY TACTICS UNDER GEORGE I. AND II.