Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

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As Hereticks, for not doing as ye do ;
Yet what the Word bids, and no more, that we do.
Think ye that any man can be so mad,
As to hold Chi-ist his Saviour ; and so bad,
As to hold Marie for his Saviours Mother,
And not to love her still above all other i
We love her then, though we believe not in her.
Nor by will- worship think we for to win her.
We hold her blessed, for Christs flesh conceiving,
But far more blessed, for Christs faith receiving ;
She is his Mother, and the Church his wife,
Which was to him more dearer then his life.
So, if the one could fall out with the other.
He would respect his Wife, more then his Mother ;
For this is every Spouses carriage.
But most in this spiritual Marriage ;
And as she's Mother of his humane life.
She's but a Daughter of his heavenly Wife ;
And by his Mother, member of Christs body ;
Wlio thinks not so, is but a very Noddy.
All this. Sir John, I do but briefly say.
To let you see, that ye play us foul play.
Fried.
Well, Pack-man, though thou bear about that trunk,
I fear thou be but some foreloppin Monk,
Of Luthers lore, or crooked Calvins crew,
And sent abroad, such business to brew ;
Transformed in the person of some Pedler.
Pack-mcm.
Now, good Sir John, in faith I am no medler.
Nor have I mind nor means so high to mount ;
I can but read a little, and lay a count.
And seek my meat through many an unknown Maison.
I know not what ye call your Kyrie Laison ;
So help me God, Sir John, I know no better,
Nor in your Latine can I read one letter.