Or else to stand a plundering lash:
And ’cause they did Militia raise,
They were esteem’d as mortal faes:
For being oppos’d to Jacobites,
They plainly call’d them Whiggonites.
But, for peace sake, to get them clear,
Of ev’ry thing they furnish’d were,
A printing Press and two workmen
To print their journals as they ran.
From Glasgow then they took their rout,