Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir R. Grierson, late Laird of Lag, who died Dec. 23d, 1733.pdf/14

14 Or in the dungeons were shut close,

Where they their lives were like to lose,

Some got the gallows some the sea,

Some hang'd, some drown'dthat pleased me;

Earishal who serv'd me many a year,

And for my interest did appear;

He serv'd his 'prentiship below,

Then to the mountains he did go,

The CaneroniansCameronians [sic] to defeat,

People whom I do greatly hate,

At Aird's moss he surpris'd that crew,

Cameron their champion he slew,

And desperately cut off his head,

Also his hands and made him bleed.

Then in great triumph he did go,

To Edinburgh with a great shew,

Much boasting that he had supprest

The cameronians in the west

He did produce the hands and head

Of Cameron whom he killed dead;

For which the council did him pay

A large reward without delay:

And I myself on him did smile

For that great action done in Kyle;

Because that he avenged me

Upon my stated enemy.

His kindness shall not be forgot

As long as my furnace is hot.

York, who great Charles did succeed,

He was my constant friend indeed

He was bred with me all his days,

And never from my laws did stray;

For he black Popery did profess,

In Scotland he set up the mass.