Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir R. Grierson, late Laird of Lag, who died Dec. 23d, 1733.pdf/22

22 He did the Presbyterians chase,

Through moss and muir, and many a bog

They were pursu'd by my friend Lag.

Saint's monuments that's here and there,

If any will to them repair,

Mongst others there you'll read his name,

And know he was a man of fame.

On many there he forc'd the test,

By perjury them sore opprest.

And when he brought them to disgrace,

He mocked them unto their face.

From others he did take their gear,

He neither mercy had nor fear,

Yet this did not his wrath allay,

For others he did seek to slay

Cubine and Gordon, near Hallhill,

He took their life their blood to spill,

And left them hanging on a tree,

For disobedience to me.

John Bell of Whiteside he did slay,

And would not give him time to pray

And other four in that same hour

He shot upon Kirkconnel Muir.

Mayfield, Clement, and Irlingtown,

Macrabet he brought also down;

And made them all a sacrifice,

His hellish fury to appease.

Two men in Twingham some did find,

And with hair tethers did them bind.

Like sheep for slaughter there they lay,

George Short and David Halliday;

Till Lag came up and gave command

To kill them quickly out of hand.

Against them he had such despite,