The Cameronians in the west He did produce the hands and head Of Cameron whom he killed dead; For which the council did him pay A large reward without delay: And I myself on him did smile For that great action done in Kyle; Because that he avenged me Upon my stated enemy. His kindness shall not be forgot As long as my furnace is hot. York, who great Charles did succeed, He was my constant friend indeed He was bred with me all his days, And never from my laws did stray; For he black Popery did profess, In Scotland he set up the mass. A toleration he did give That mystery Babylon might revive, He took to him absolute power, For to advance the Romish whore. He stopped all the penal laws, Were made for weakening of my cause, And gave a golden liberty For all sorts of idolatry. It criminal was in his day To own the covenanted way; For he intended in a short time, To make Popery through Scotland shine, That from the greatest to the least All men might serve the Romish beast. He deeply sworn was to Rome, To seek all Presbyterians doom, To abolish the memory Of all that opps’d Popery, All protestants he did despise, And many slew without assize; He ordered that they should be shot, Where they were found in every spot. By hellish soldiers my drudges, Whom he empower’d in place of judges, Suspected persons for to try, And at their pleasure make them die, Without allowing liberty, To fit them for eternity. He framed all mischief by a law, To make Scotland an aceldema, Threatened to make a hunting field, Of shires that would not fully yield, He all the venom of the pit Against piety did spit, He hated all maliciously. Had any sovereign but me; Disdained common honesty, Lov’d nothing but impiety. He in my service posted fast, Until his projects got a blast. When Orange did come o’er the sea, Like a base coward he did flee. Then he did abdicate the crown, And after liv’d a vagabond; Till at St. Bermains he did die, And then he did come home to me. I need not speak of Queensberry. No man was loyaler than he: He serv’d me well with all his might, Against the Whigs with great despight, While York’s commission he did bear, Upon that he was most severe. By him the parliament was led; Saints blood like water then he shed. He confidently did declare They should not have time to prepare For heaven because he said that hell Was too good a place for Whigs to dwell. By that he acted to his power, Both soul and body to devour; Which was the only thing I sought, Although to pass it was not brought;