Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir R. Grierson, late Laird of Lag, who died Dec. 23d, 1733.pdf/3

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SIR ROBERT GRIERSON, OF LAG.

What fatal news is this I hear?

On earth who shall my standard bear?

For Lag who was my champion brave,

Is dead and now laid in his grave,

The want of him is a great grief,

He was as my manager and chief,

Who fought my kingdom to promove,

And to my laws he had great love,

Could such a furious fiend as I,

Shed tears, my cheeks could never dry;

But I could mourn both night and day,

’Cause Lag from earth is ta’en away.

It is no wonder I am sad,

A better friend I never had,

Through all the large tract of his time,

He never did my ways decline:

He was my trusty constant liege,

Who at all times did me oblige;

But now what shall I think or say?

By death at last he’s ta’en away.

He was a man of meikle zeal,

Who in my service did not fail;

He was no coward to relent;