But deserters judg’d were in Scotland,
Who had as soldiers with Charlie gone,
They hang’d and shot them every one:
For Hawley’s verdict was so quick,
“Go hang the dogs up by the neck,”
Which was no sooner said than done,
No pity he shew’d on woman’s son.
The Duke, by half, not so severe,
Did often the condemn’d set clear,
Made his soldiers say, he was too civil;