Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir R. Grierson, late Laird of Lag, who died Dec. 23d, 1733.pdf/19

19 Who of his wickedness did vaunt.

Eglinton, Ironcaple and lord Ross,

Who did the Whigs murder and toss,

From sixty to the revoluton,

Imbrewed their hands in persecution

They murder'd and did stigmatise,

Such as my service did not please:

They banished them to foreign nations,

And sold them to the new plantations,

With rigour great they took their gear,

Because they my livery would not wear,

None forwarder among them all.

Than noble Grierson of Lag-hall,

Whose worthy actions make him fit

In the great chair now to sit,

'Bove Korah and his company,

For all his friendship done to me.

This honour he doth well deserve,

For he unweariedly did serve

Me to his utmost every way,

To keep my kingdom from decay.

I must remember bishop Sharp,

For the good service I did get

Of him, when he was here away;

He did the Scottish kirk betray,

And all its privileges sold

For pleasure here and love of gold;

He fill'd the land with perjury,

And all sorts of iniquity;

And did the force of Scotland lead

To persecute the woman's seed.

Judas who did his master sell.

And afterwards went down to hell,

Had no more mischief in his mind,