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18 Bonshaw more fierce than I can tell,

Who bade some send the Whigs to hell

And my beloved Kennaway

Who plagu'd the hill men every day.

'Bove twenty journeys in one year

This varlet willingly did go,

To hasten the fanatic's woe

Strahan Murray and Annandale.

Who in my cause had great zeal,

Drummond, Stretton and bloody Reid,

Who shot my foes till they were dead,

Buchan, Inglis, and Westerhall,

Balfour and others great and small.

Stenhouse, Maitland and Bollochmiln,

Culzean and Windrum, men of skill.

Crichton, Lauder, and many more,

Who sought the hill-men's overthrow.

Halton, who did himself perjure,

To bring Mitchel to an ill hour.

Lowrie of Maxwelton also.

Unto these wild men was a foe.

And so was Carick of Stewarton,

Bailie, and these gave Smith his doom.

And all the bishops in the land,

Were ready still at my command,

My statutes for to execute,

On all whom I did persecute.

Dumbarton, Bruce, and Rob Dalziel,

And other worthies I could tell,

As Ezekiel Montgomery.

The bloodiest monster that could be,

And that vile wretch call'd sheriff Hume,

That was right worthy of his room ;

And old tree-legged Duncan Grant,