Play-house Puld down.
To sie my dear my Native Countery gone,
And English dreg lay on the fun’ral stone,
The Dayes hath been, o may they yet Return!
And Heav’n raise burry’d Scotland, from her Urn,
when such vile vermine, puny Rogues as yow
Did to a Scot, with lowly Rev’rance bow,
