The Committee-mans Complaint, and the SCOTS Honest Vsage.
I Am a poore Committee-man
(although there be not many)
Yet where the bonny Blue-Caps come,
those sure are poore, if any.
The North was call'd the barren Land,
we pittied were at
London;
To us the Plagues of
Egypt came,
and have our Countries undone.
You need not goe too farre to aske,
examine M. Needam,
Hee'le sweare, all that the Scots
have done,
is for the Kingdomes freedome.
That Money was first sent to them,
but summon'd them together;
The next great Sum was for them rays'd,
that was to bring them hither:
Our loyall friends, who call'd the
Scots,
now heartily abhorre them,
But that Sir
Thomas Fairfax came,
they had not now sent for them.
You need not &c.
These Northern Locusts to us came
in swarmes, like Bees together;
But they may thank their Generall
King,
or they had nere raught hither:
Had he beene like Sir
Marmaduke,
we then had struck a Battell,
And made the bonny Blue-Cap run
to
Tweede, like Summer Cattell.
You need not &c.
But they into our Countrey came,
and will you know the reason?
'Twas for our gudes they came, they say,
and that could be no Treason.
No sooner were they come, but they
our gudes began to plunder,
And left us nothing but our Soyle,
that they could beare or sunder.
You need not &c.
They left us Sicknesses and Sinnes,
(the Darlings of that Nation)
The Flux, the nastie Pestilence,
Lust, Pride, Dissimulation;
Besides, they have infected us
with strange Religious Treasons,
And maskt them with a Covenant,
more to abuse our Reasons.
You need not &c.
Besides their Money monthly rays'd,
our Lands were sequestrated,
Two hundred thousand pounds they got,
and all their demands stated:
All what they lik't, our Horse and Armes
they tooke▪ so they disarm'd us,
And left the North as poore as
Job,
and swore our wealth but harm'd us.
You need not &c.
They out of
Yorkshire carryed more
then would have bought two
Scotlands,
Yet could not keepe our Horse alive,
they have lesse Grasse then Oat-lands:
Our men in
Scotland dy'd like Dogs,
with change of Ayre and Dyet,
With gude Oatmeale, long & short Keale,
yet will they not be quiet.
You need not &c.
This
Needam is
Britannicus,
so they mis-name the Creature,
There's scarce a Car-man in the Towne,
but dares proclaime him traytor:
And for the bonny Blue-Cap, I
will be so bold to tell him,
Had he his gude King
Charles againe,
for Siller he would sell him.
But since the South, to save themselves,
the Loyall North have undone,
We hope there is a Northern man
may now come even with
London.
You need not goe too farre to aske,
examine M. Needam,
Hee'le sweare, all that the Scots
have done,
is for the Kingdomes freedome.
⟨London: Aug: 26: 1647⟩
FINIS.