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When the Scotte lyued.

Joly Jemmy, ye scorneful Scot,
Is it come vnto your lot
A solempne sumner for to be?
It greyth nought for your degre
Our kynge of Englande for to syght,
Your souerayne lord, our prynce of might:
Ye for to sende such a citacion,
It shameth all your noughty nacion,
In comparyson but kynge Koppynge
Vnto our prince, annoynted kynge.
Ye play Hob Lobbyn of Lowdean;
Ye shew ryght well what good ye can;
Ye may be lorde of Locrian,—
Chryst sence you with a frying pan!—
Of Edingborrow and Saint Ionis towne:
Adieu, syr sumner, cast of youre crowne!