And though the King be much misled
By that malignant crew,
He'll find us honest at the last,
Give all of us our due.
For we do wisely plot, and plot
Rebellion to alloy,
He sees we stand for peace and truth
The clean contrary way.
The publick faith shall save our souls
And our good works together;
And ships shall save our lives, that stay
Only for wind and weather:
But when our faith and works fall down
And all our hopes decay,
Our acts will bear us up to heaven
The clean contrary way.
Ballad: The Cameronian Cat
A well-known song from Hogg's Jacobite Relics; and popular among
the Cavaliers both of England and Scotland in the days of the
Commonwealth. It was usually sung to a psalm tune; the singers
imitating the style and manner of a precentor at a Presbyterian
church.
There was a Cameronian cat
Was hunting for a prey,
And in the house she catch'd a mouse
Upon the Sabbath-day.
The Whig, being offended
At such an act profane,
Laid by his book, the cat he took,
And bound her in a chain.
Thou damn'd, thou cursed creature,
This deed so dark with thee,
Think'st thou to bring to hell below
My holy wife and me?
Assure thyself that for the deed
Thou blood for blood shalt pay,
For killing of the Lord's own mouse
Upon the Sabbath-day.
The presbyter laid by the book,
And earnestly he pray'd
That the great sin the cat had done
Might not on him be laid.
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