APPENDIX. 447
I waa built up in Gotothk times,
And have stood several hundred reigns ;
Sacred my mem’ry and my name,
For kings and queens I did proclaim.
I peace and war did oft declare,
And roused my country ev’rywhere :
Your ancestors around me walk’d ;
Your kings and nobles ’side me talk‘d;
And lads and lasses, with delight,
Set tryst with me to meet at night ;
No tryeter e’er was at a loss,
For why, I’ll meet you at the GTOSS. .
I country people did direct
Through all the city with respect,
Who missing me, will look as droll
Aa mariners without the pole.
On me great men have lost their lives,
And for a maiden left their wives.
Low rogues likeways oft got a peg
With turnip, -, or rotten egg ;
And when the mob did miss their butt,
I was bedaubed like any slut.
With loyal men, on loyal days,
I dresa’cl myself in lovely bays,
And with sweet apples treat the crowd,
While they huzza’d around me loud.
Professions many have I seen,
And never have disturbed been,
I ’ve seen the Tory party slain,
And Whigs exulting o’er the plain:
I ’ve seen again the Tovies rise,
And with loud shouting pierce the skies,
Then crown their king, and chase the Whig
From Pentland Hill to Bothwell Brig.
I’ve seen the cov’nanta by all sworn,
And likewise seen them burnt and torn.
I neutral stood, as peaceful Quat&?-,
With neither side was I partaker.
I wish my life had longer been,
That I might greater ferlies seen ;
Or else like other things decay,
Which Time alone doth waate away:
But since I now must lose my head,
I, at my last, this lesson read :
‘Tho’ wealth, and youth, and beauty shine,
And all the graces round you twine,
Think on your eud, nor proud beave,
There ’E nothing nure this side the grave.’
Ye jolly youtha, with richest wine,
Who drunk my dirge, for your propine,
I do bequeath my lasting boon :
May heav’n preserve you late and soon :
May royal wine, in royal bowls,
And lovely women cheer your souls,
