A Jacobite Scot in Satire on England's Unparalleled Loss

Is Wolly's wife now dead and gone?
I'se sorry for't he's left alone.
O cursed Death, I do thee ban!
That took the wife and left the man.
Come Atropos now with thy knife
And take the man to his guid wife;
And when thou hast rid us of the knave,
A thousand thanks then thou shalt have.
Is the opinion of a false
Jacobite loon.
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