The True Scots Genius, Reviving A Poem. Written upon occasion of the Resolve past in Parliament, the 17th of July 1704 [by Forbes of Disblair] |
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Under the crushing weight, tho' not the Name,
Of Bondage, Scotland groaning did remain,
This hundred Years, with a declining Fame:
Bereav'd of Power, of Riches, and of Trade,
Still slavishly to England's Int'rest ty'd
Which, in return still, with a Mortal Feud
Did all Her brave and wise Designs Elude
While she in spight of multiplyed Harms
For them 'gainst Neighb'ring Princes carry'd Arms,
Mistaken Charity! And always Lent
Auxiliaryes their Dangers to prevent
Who, at the honest exit of their Wars,
Still Reap'd the Benefit, and She the Scars.
Whil'st most ungrateful they did smile to see,
Her lavish of Her Blood and Liberty,
Witness Ye Flandrian Fields so often Dy'd
With Scotish Crimson streams and purple Tide.
Of Bondage, Scotland groaning did remain,
This hundred Years, with a declining Fame:
Bereav'd of Power, of Riches, and of Trade,
Still slavishly to England's Int'rest ty'd
Which, in return still, with a Mortal Feud
Did all Her brave and wise Designs Elude
While she in spight of multiplyed Harms
For them 'gainst Neighb'ring Princes carry'd Arms,
Mistaken Charity! And always Lent
Auxiliaryes their Dangers to prevent
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Still Reap'd the Benefit, and She the Scars.
Whil'st most ungrateful they did smile to see,
Her lavish of Her Blood and Liberty,
Witness Ye Flandrian Fields so often Dy'd
With Scotish Crimson streams and purple Tide.
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