Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir R. Grierson, late Laird of Lag, who died Dec. 23d, 1733.pdf/20

20 Than Sharp this noble friend of mine.

A paction past twixt him and me

That I from skaith should keep him free:

I gave him sorcery, gainst lead

That shooting should not be his dead,

And yet this did not him secure,

He lost his life on Magus-muir;

There some stout-hearted men in Fyfe,

With swords of steel did take his life;

And very justly did him kill

'Cause he their brethren's blood did spill.

So to this place he did descend,

But after him Lag did contend

For my kingdom many a day:

But now, alas! he's ta'en away.

What shall I say? for time would fail,

To tell you of brave Lauderdale.

A great apostate he did prove,

Because with Balaam he did love

The wages of iniquity.

To keep him in prosperity;

That his beastly belly might

Have Epicurean delight;

To spend his time in carnal pleasure,

Which he esteem'd above all treasure.

He was a member among those

Who strictest models did compose,

Upon the Presbyterian side

But quickly he from them did slide.

These covenants which once he swore,

Most solemnly, he did abjure,

All tenderness he did cast off,

On scripture he did droll and scoff.

To prelate Sharp be thought no shame