Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir R. Grierson, late Laird of Lag, who died Dec. 23d, 1733.pdf/10

10 Burnt covenants, yet thought no ill,

At Lithgow cross, with more disgrace

Than ever was at any place.

He burnt Lex Rex, and other books,

Which sourly on my interest looks;

And many acts of kirk and state,

Which he knew well that I did hate,

’Cause they advanc’d a reformation,

That shook my kingdom thro’ the nation.

He burnt old brechems, roakes, and reels,

Also the picture of the De’il;

I mean myself, ’cause he did think

My effigies would make ail stink,

That he burnt on that solemn day,

Upon the twenty-ninth of May.

But my dear cousin was mista’en,

The covenants remained in fame,

By some that did love them so well,

That with their blood they did them seal.

Himself he did to me surrender,

And for a time liv’d in great splendour

Beloved well of all my friends.

Till at the last he lost his means,

And left in want and poverty

Which made him to the Abbey fly;

He who the covenants did burn,

A cheating bankrupt did become,

He lost his senses turn’d demented;

And none but me his case lamented;

And at the end of all did die,

Bemoaned by no man but me.

I did him visit in distress

Where he is now you’ll eas’ly guess.

Turner did Galloway invade